A Strange Kindness

I too often fail to think of my adversaries’ machinations.

In fact, I often fail to think of my adversaries at all.

Today, however, I am thinking of the way my adversaries work.

Those who are doing adversarial work and writing adversarial words are only doing what they should be doing.

Those who seek for help with their adversarial work are only doing what they should be doing. Those that offer to help exhibit a strange kindness.

Those who seek for help with their adversarial work are likely acting out of the belief that their work is something with true meaning.

My adversaries should read more about amor fati.

A Strange Kindness

Lawn Care (Revisited)

these days,
the space before
my front lawn
has proven
a constant stream
of activity.

more than ever
I have seen bald babies
and hand-holding couples
and masked joggers
and power walkers
and so many canines
with their well-trained humans.

today, though,
today will be different,
for I expect to see
the babies riot and
the couples count their blessings and
the joggers admit that they’re aliens and
and and the power walkers will circle the block
again and again, sweating and
yelling to the suburban skies,
“there is nothing to get upset about!
what are you so freaked out about?
this whole world is a goddamned hoax!”
because it is critical to understand
they have a valid and well-reasoned point of view.

today, oh, yes,
today,
I will see
all the things
I’ve read about
in books and maga-
zines…right there
on the front lawn,
where the edges need trimmed,
and the weeds have staked a claim.

Lawn Care (Revisited)

Julianna Barwick

the vocals loop liked a well-knit stitch,
blanketing the flat field,
encountering no hinderances from trees
or towers
or tanks.

breathy, brisk wind wailing,
“imaginaanthaanthaanthaanthaa…”
before fading into loose dust and sky,
dry, bright, and still noxious.

the land recalls when
the fruits self-actualized
on schedule, however untidy the season.

the earth cracks crooked smiles
as though struggling to say,

“the flowers were once quite beautiful here.”

Julianna Barwick