Little Black Dot

yesterday was a year since the spine surgery.
i only remembered this afternoon, while i hung
morrisseau paintings and made everyone listen
to the say you love jesus cd,
which reminds me of the volvo, of mcleod trail,
fanny's fabrics. the fire. the foothills.
o, they're funny little revolutions we've turned
since then. lopsided circles around these suns
of shifting and shifting gravitational importance.
and it's just funny, evaluating everyone's wobbling progress.
it's just funny.
i go to calgary in two weeks and i can't fucking wait.
(i honestly never thought i'd say that)