today was:

my hands in tubs of raw chicken, pulling the pieces apart.

running around drop-in doing housing intakes, setting up community voicemails, and talking about meditation.

my hands in ranch, coffee grounds, and cold refried beans. the occasional dish soap.

buying all the kinds of cranberry juice there are, at safeway.

yet another many-hours conversation in yet another otherworldly bar about The Crazy. not Mine, just The. SSRIs, antidepressants, anticonvulsants, antipsychotics.

this bar, this time, has a suit of armor at the door. the canterbury.

i am so tired.