11.05.2025

The morning is dark and wet and bamboo whips like halyards. This morning the bamboo whips like halyards against the windows.

You know how bamboo can be when halyards and windows are involved.

Whips the glass like it's angry. Whips them like they owe it money. Like it wants to get in here and whip the rest of the place.

When the bamboo comes I will not assume its intentions are peaceful.

Take it easy, I say to the bamboo. We were cool yesterday, weren't we? I watered each of you for a thirty count. Thick web-bombs from the spiders stretched between your pots. I went in anyway, fearless. Even when one exploded on my head I kept the hose on, the hose what leaks down the side and leaves the one pantleg and both shoes soaked regardless of stance.

When the bamboo comes I will be ready.