catfish

three things that have moved me in the past week:
1. on Thursday, Frost "After Apple Picking" and "Stopping by the Woods...". There is a tension there, an exhaustion, a restraint, a disappointment, the terrible play between expectation and reality. attempts at reflection, cut short by promises to keep.

2. a stimulating conversation with a real live person. it involved adult babies, serial killers, and pubic hair.

3. The movie Catfish: "And there are those people who are catfish in life. And they keep you on your toes. They keep you guessing, they keep you thinking, they keep you fresh. And I thank god for the catfish because we would all be droll, boring, and dull if we didn't have somebody nipping at our fin." The movie in general, made me feel repulsed by and so sad for and a deep love for humanity.

i am thankful for the catfish
i am thankful that at least one of the above experiences involved interaction with another human being

expectations/reality
intrigue and depth/bar swimming full of shallow faces

i would like to move more. i am offering. i am ready. i would like to be moved.
calling all catfish.