superior vena cava

I had been wishing I had one of these multi pocketed
vests every time I saw a fisherman in Venice or a
old lady in Gyumri wearing one. So, for my next travel
adventure, I picked up this Vena Cava one.

in all my attempts

today, i left the room early to go sleep on the beach.

i was on the only one for a while, chilly in the cardigan i slept in.

it turned to shine and i left it all in a pile on the sand.

when can i have these waves again

drift like a fall

how can i bring lightness with me

back among my broken belongings

i wake up and will be here

those faces, they remember

this face i'd seen so many times

sat across from and shared with

watching emilia, she is always thinking

her hair back in braids, whitened now

she is mostly quiet but always thinking

i try to convey how my time spent with her those six years ago was so influential to me

i hope i did somehow

i attempt to explain in broken italian how i was nostalgic for her fig jam

and i made my version in her honor and now i make it every autumn

people here, remember me when they see me

that is a strange feeling

that they remember when they see me, until they see me they have forgotten

its not my way to break promises like hearts

its coming its coming--- i promise its all coming soon
i'm swamped and busy and preparing and flying and taking it all in
so so so much to share and i want to in a riveting beautiful thoughtful way
and as you know and know me, it takes time.
so it goes it goes...
i'll say its my last day in gyumri, where i have been living and volunteering for
the last ten weeks.
tomorrow to yerevan, where i will fly out of on tuesday.
hopping through prague and skipping through barcelona and on to italy by nights fall.
where i will wake up to a lunch of my favourite pizza on this planet and good vin rouge (finally!)
ten days after and i'll be on the way back to bk.