summertime and the livin' is dani

@daniskitchen.bsky.social

pittsburgher posting adventures in cooking & gardening, travel, books, local/national politics, etc. she/her if we are professional colleagues and you think you recognize me, no you don't

focus on what makes you happy: a hot teacup against your belly. fresh sheets. turning up the heat in the apartment and cleaning naked as if it is August and everyone you love is coming over for breakfast. #SaturdayPoem

Marty McConnell
Zoo

what’s important is to know that you will one day be happy
again. happier than you were

with her, happier than has ever been possible. focus
on what makes you

happy: a hot teacup against your belly. fresh sheets.
turning up the heat

in the apartment and cleaning naked as if it is August
and everyone you love

is coming over for breakfast. you have had love, and that means
your sternum is a divining rod

for both passion and grief. because the tongue is the body’s
strongest muscle, make it say

joy. make it say I am a factory of splendid things. make it say
the octopus is the smartest animal

in the animal kingdom, and I am an octopus. I am an octopus.
I am happy. my survival

was not an accident, or purposeless. the car that could
have ended me

didn’t. the lies that could have brined my insides to bitterness
didn’t. word on the street is,

you have muscles other than the tongue. take them for a walk
in the sun. or, if it is spring

in Chicago and therefore grey as your actual hair, in the rain.
there are people

everywhere. some of them are happy. you are one of them. I
am one of them. and it’s

OK. you can be happy and have a baby. you can be happy
and create disconcerting images

of traditional Christian figures in compromising positions
using masticated fireflies

as paint. someday somebody will love you for this.
or in spite of it.

either way, you’re an octopus. I’m an octopus. say it:
we are happy. say: it’s not so bad.

unexpectedly wonderful encounter with an old acquaintance tonight has me feeling fired up and hopeful in a way i think has been missing for me lately. you never know where relationships will lead you but there's so many people to connect with and care about out there, grab every single one you can

cannot agree hard enough with these suggestions. not mentioned but also very much evidence of how problematic this corridor is is the absolutely rampant running of red lights throughtout. cannot remember the last time I traveled melwood through here and DIDN'T encounter at least one red-runner

Pittsburgh City Paper@pghcitypaper.com · last wk.

The way multiple grids converge at Baum and Centre creates a multitude of headaches for drivers, cyclists, and pedestrians. How can the city bring this mess into the 21st century?