Dear WISDOM,

incredible clear nights where the stars just entice us up the stairs to the roof where we can stare and hyperextend our necks in amazement

garbage the stuff that was already here...the garbage Carnaval crowds dropped here

cools mornings where we play tug-o-war with our duvets and shiver in our underwear

a woman holding a cell phone away from a guy tying to get it from her

the best papaya ever ever

discussing money in Haiti with Haitians

when mountains are the backdrop for stars

when we find out TiCoco, Pushlene, and their brother's dad died last year

feeling you kick inside me several dozen times a day, darling

walking by the exposed body of the dog beside the road

boiled breadfruit with the right amount of salt. rock salt from around here

reading about and remembering the earthquake...pretending it's a story

solar lighting

microwaves, TV that are always on, every man to his own car

ying yang and day night and 11 AM

imperfectly beautiful