> tapioca world tour

Ahora, en medio
de la velocidad desestimada, al lado
de los muros sin hilos,
en el fondo cortado por los terminos,
aqui estoy con aquello que pierde estrellas,
vegetalmente, solo.

Now, in the midst
of unesteemed velocity, beside
wire-less walls,
at the bottom bisected by terminals,
here I am with what shipwrecks stars,
vegetably, alone.

(from “Bruselas”)

I bought a collection of Neruda poems for my long 45-minute flight from Fort Worth to San Antonio. And here I am, in the cubbyhole office of J.’s apartment, full off Texas noodles and cookies and Starbucks Odwalla smoothies. My aim was to embrace the solitude of these daytime hours while J. is at work, but solitude always takes a little getting used to before I’m ready to embrace it. Without internet, what would we be? Much more educated, I imagine.