Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Two chemtrails and a waxing moon

It was a clear mid-afternoon when I set out and I came back in the hour before dusk where all is in stark relief, shadows stretching. The sky held a waxing moon and though the first chemtrail wasn't headed in the direction it felt for a moment I was in the twenty-first century the twentieth envisioned with rockets to the moon—a moon where you could see the shadow of the full sphere. Then another trail, another rocket taking flight.

I was pumped for being outside on a grotesquely beautiful Canberra day and the trike chain only came off twice. I had happy jitters—if that's a thing—so it took five minutes each time to get the chain back on. But, fucking hell, it was so nice and even though squatting with a big tum is never fun once it was done it was okay.

When you spend a life locked in a body that feels sometimes a prison it's days like this where you feel free.


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