I seek out the uncomfortable, where the tattered people go, seeking only the places they know, yo-ho. Actually I stay friends with a guy - we used to be best friends in the 80s - and now I find him irritating and oppositional. He says he's trying to be helpful. Yet I am in contact with him - he lives in Eastern Oregon - in the high desert and I in California. Uncomfortable by email, by text etc.

I enjoyed your poem about the rolling changes. Simple things I used to do - like build a table or a shelf are now difficult to imagine and take 10x as long due to changes of the ole body...