Art and poetry on page and stage
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Hillary Keel
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Today I entered an elevator
Haley’s breasts removed under the influence of Windhorse
My sister has no cancer
My son hasn’t replied
I wrote my final-exam essays on meditation:
the six realms of fixation
windhorse
shamatha and vipasyana
maitri
The Spanish woman gave me glass after glass of water and peppermint tea and I fear for her impending marriage
Today Bobbi and Dee-Dee met in my kitchen, we all laughed drinking Red Rose
The girl-dancer woman’s eyes widen when I tell her stories of Vienna, Prague, of
Vlasta
I love to teach teapot, blue bottle, little pumpkin in my kitchen
Have to go to Soho this week and stock up on cobbles and crystals for Sophie
Will Paul reply?
I’ve found poems, I am certain I see myself in these verses of strawberry god, fishes and northern chances
The morning’s tarot card says I am stuck, no progress
Stood there waiting, then in came the Columbian woman with the golden retriever on a leash; the doors sealed us in, we elevated a few feet and jolted to a standstill