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It's been one of those nights to crave cigarettes when you don't even smoke. But the show goes on.

New things:

1. I had my intake session with my new therapist yesterday. She's a nun with a social work degree. I feel like calling up my old shrink to tell her I'm cheating on her with a nun, but it's not cheating because we haven't spoken in five years and "I replaced you with a nun" just doesn't have the same ring to it.

2. Lakeland, MD. It exists. Who knew? (besides, of course, the people who live there.)

3. I've decided not to procreate. Again. After struggling for most of my life to not fall into the third parent role, I've decided to spend a little time   the rest of my life raising myself. Then again, I love kids and, like most cradle Catholic cliches, am a sucker for martyrdom, so I might change my mind.

4. Baltimore is officially the poetry capital of the country. Slammageddon, the Baltimore poetry slam team, won the 2016 national poetry competition. I found out Saturday night during their first local circuit slam at Soulful Emergence Art Gallery on South Carey Street. I know a couple of the people on the team and they're all great. Check them out.

5. Chile Mocha coffee. Not technically new, but new to me, and delicious. Rich and bitter as mania on a warm night.

6. This poem:

The Devil ain't got no boundaries

I'm waking up every morning with snake bites on my soul

but he hides from my sigh because he knows

I am Shiva 

in a shakti bottle

Every breath in

I clamp onto the sins

Every breath out 

I drain the venom 

and if I go down

it is only to grow another set of arms

Every word is a mantra
Every gesture a mudra
Every step up, pranayama

Because I got purgatory burning in every chakra
Aching to sukhasana like Buddha
Rise like Yeshua
Say Ashe  like Obatala

But for now I breath
And asana out the poison.

What are some new things of yours?

Peace, friends
Belinda

Wake up in the morning feelin' like P Diddy...