ORANGE MUSK

Good morning,

Like so many, I couldn't get to sleep last night. We've been watching Disclaimer (I think that's the title...with Cate Blanchett and Kevin Kline), it's really good if you're looking for something new to watch. It's on Apple. When I went to bed I tried to listen to my book (Liane Moriarty's new one, Here One Moment) but a million monkeys were running around in my head, gabbling. So, I turned the light back on and started writing poetry. The monkeys kept interrupting, so I gave them free rein and got Orange Musk. Hmmm....Woohoo... And then the timer on my book ran out...

I still feel hectic inside, and should probably do a few guided meditations today, it won't do me any harm. I use an app called Insight Timer, there are all kinds of magical things on there, including our own Jen who writes here under the handle Inky Stars.I think I'll go float around on there for a while, maybe we'll run into each other...

I'm also going to work on the poetry anthology I'm putting together, so I'm selecting some of my poems. My daughter Olivia Bossert who is a fashion photographer and an artist has agreed to do some illustrations for me. It will be so nice to have a mother/daughter book out in the world!

Meanwhile, I give you last's night's cacophony...

ORANGE MUSK

A cacophony of semi-formed expletives

Currently clogs

My wtf.

Experiencing ongoing scalp crawl,

Wires raw, exposed, flailing

Pinballing anger.

Stop.

Mayday-rewind-fast-forward-stop-arrest-the-lot-imprison-do-something-ffs

Release the goddamn oxygen masks,

The airwaves reek of orange musk.

This is not a drill.

Thank you for reading,

Big hugs,

Francesca xx