musing on the visit

and i was touched by how everyone

just kept being normal with their normal

actions, the fro yo vendor, the busker with fire,

the kid standing in front of  a giant copper posiedon

all the cars stopping at the same point on the interstate

over and over again like a 4 way compelled it

and struck by the way we flock, or pack or murder like crows

there was funny incident involving coffee, siri and ft. eustis

before which i had no knowlege of a  museum of military transportation

a short discussion on the number of military bases in the state

universal health care etc and just once i mentioned how the patriarch

doesn't acknowlege some of his grandkids and all agreed.

tears in sure in my voice but i tried hard not show how much

this mother bear hurt. i mean i can call my kids cunts but

i will defend them because reasons.

()()(

so i  guess i had a bad case of the jellies.

not really bad in my actions or words so much

as the quiet kind, the i can't party with you kind

cuz po relations have to keep heads down or get railed

 off the bus.  and o course, showing the pictures to my loved ones

evokes the jellies as well, the hurt no commental type.

i hope to travel there again with them.

let them taste what hard work and smarts really can do.

no silver spoons here, just commitment and work.

the american dream in the flesh of cousins. of course

they don't want revolution. in their position that's just dumb.

but they have compassion. that's important.