wake up.

and make things.

I wake up and make things. Make time. Make space. Make art. Make it up as I go.

I use the tools at my disposal.

Eye contact. Affirmation.

Jokes and frequent reminders of death, often in the same breath.

Collections of wood worn down by our water, set on my porch as souvenirs.

The right birds against the bright sky.

We can wake up and make it up.

These words. This life.