seven quarters

i would like to drive somewhere

somewhere far away. maybe home.

but in an empty car so that i won't stay too long.

its amazing how the economy affects people's generosity

and how people's generosity, my ability to pay rent.

i woke up to the sound of rain.

the cold air seeking gaps in my blankets.

the mountiantops have turned a whitish-gray with the first snow

and look wiser because of it.

chamomile tea covers a multitude of troubles. it costs seven quarters,

but its worth it.