
6/15/25
Sundown Saloon, Boulder CO
Hey Big Guy,
There isn't much to say. I feel at peace today. Went for a hike. Remember when you brought me into the woods?
We've both learned a lot since the last time I wrote you. I've been playing pool here every day -- met some interesting people that reminded me of -- what you used to like.
Late afternoons -- if you don't like something, it's probably just the wrong time -- Saturday night was filled w/ people, not that people are bad just when there's too many you always got overwhelmed.
You'd prefer the quiet times when someone you don't know yet wants to show you his new custom-made pool cue or pull you towards him when he whispers about metaphysics or shows off the Pride merch he made with his boyfriend or remembers your name.
I took the easy loop in Chautauqua Park because the sun was too hot & even though I don't feel the altitude I believe things people who know more than me say, now.
Hope you had a good week. You did a great job. We don't need anything from each other now (I'm always here for you) but I am so thankful to be your friend.
Briefly Yours,
Joe
P.S. I made something I want to show you. I've been at a magical body imagination camp & worked with a generous, kind, and beautiful man who couldn't stop smiling with delight to be a leader in this safe & blooming community.
In the cave
our voices don't echo.
It's strange (grey tiles
arctic door lock clank
against the sing, mirror
[round tabletops dull
florescent the background
hum of fried food and strange
rs talking wile we] locked eyes)
ly comfortable, being here with you.
Each line of the poem "In the cave" is represented by an image on these postcard-inspired illustrations.
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