if I were still in California, it would be time for some night swimming

flight patterns from Charlie McCarthy on Vimeo.

intact (a picture it was difficult to take)

self portrait at the abandoned Salton Sea bath houses. Dec 2008

the science of missing you

My bed swallows me when I am alone in it. Buried in multiple blankets and small
avalanche piles of throw pillows, red and

gold and gray, I wake tangled, lost, cradled in the absence of other days,
sensitive only to the books stacked at my feet,

the cats stretched, stretching, asleep. I take up less of the bed than they do,
the pages, essays, non-fiction, and novels,

the small bundles of sinew, bone, and warm black fur.