two new paintings in palermo, buenos aires, argentina.
as usual, where no one gives a damn that we painted a wall... except perhaps the occasional passersby, in this case train passengers as they fly by. and a drunk railroad worker who gave us 10 pesos, insisting, thanking us. crazy.

dos nuevas pinturas en palermo, baires, argentina
como de costumbre, en una pared donde a nadie le importa que pintamos... salvo quizá alguien que pasa por ahí, en este caso algún pasajero en el tren. y un trabajador de la empresa ferrocarril que nos dio 10 pesos, insistiendo, agradeciéndonos. que loco.

I arch my back, suddenly feral, mouth wide:
an attack of instinct despite the busily civilized street.
I thought a roar, then, a scream
might escape my caged heart to fly for sky,
but no, my deep primordial self seems
tired of so many howls
and out comes: a yawn.
I’m not throwing in the towel
I’m just overwhelmed
and I like this air,
polluted though it may be…
I slacken, straighten my back and look around, sheepish,
laughing, thinking what they must think,
looking (hoping, yearning) all the while for strangers’ amused smiles

My sweater’s roly-poly.
Lips, chapped.
I need to go buy a light bulb.
And toilet paper.
I haven’t written on my blog for 10 days.
Jesus…
(sharp intake of breath)
I’m a few 100 short of making rent, I’d like to have single-payer healthcare and stop the war in Afghanistan.

For now I think I’ll just watch the sunset and try to breathe deeply.

Breathe in – not like before the plunge, for this life’s all plunge – like a wave raising itself up, gaining mass and force by drawing more of the ocean to itself.

Breathe out – not like after holding it in, for there was never anything to hold on to – like letting go after cradling and caressing, releasing after having without owning.