A response to Night Flowers: An Evening with Jomama Jones
By Ryan Diaz

All the new thinking is about loss.
In this it resembles all the old thinking.
—Robert Haas, “Meditation at Lagunitas”

I didn't know it at the time, but Jomama Jones knew I needed to talk. More than that, she knew I needed a good talking to.

When you think of girlhood you may think of rosy faces with a golden shine on the cheekbones.
Pyramids of giggling girls often sauntering like kissing babies and screaming and squealing when delighted. Or maybe the failed attempts at dyeing our hair pink and bloodstains on the sheets when we wake up in the morning.

It makes me sad when I learn that in the first world country 
there is such a thing as pink-collar job, you know
And it makes me sad to learn that that kind of job is paid even shittier 
than blue collar job you know