Recommendations:

• go see the Uptown Shakespeare in the Park production of Othello (Classical Theatre of Harlem, through July 26)

• wash your makeup brushes

• take a class (Write Like a Mother; How to emboss paper with and without a press; WERKSHOP)

• increase your charitable contributions to a hyperlocal organization near you

• delete some apps

• buy some art for your walls

• clean out one drawer, one item at a time

• try a new sunscreen

Attribution

Who will love me when I am at last
ungovernable?     Answers the underground.

When I say I love you,
I mean before the conflagration of gods, their cruelty,
there is a door ablaze. I walk through.

All my life. Unceremonious, the morbid temperature
of a year. And then another. In the land of  despite, despite.
Let us fortify our rage. Incandescent.
Beneath the countenance of despair,
                                   you hold my face, holding me.

You have kept me. So, I am alive.

— from At the end of the world, you tell me about the bees by Muriel Leung