An appendix;

  1. Loss (another);

    I lost another friend yesterday

    Repeat the row.

    I have been practicing waiting as your capacity to bend life/time, touches. Even when we prepare for you, in big or small ways we are still thrown by your realness. Caught in your shroud you loop us into backwards and forwards, distorting time, holding our disbelief.

    There are veterans who seem better prepared for you—see you coming and can harden the ground and core. Who can swallow better than others or have worn a path—or maybe not? Is it possible to become immune?

    Cast off