October 16, 1993   Saturday

What do you think?

I think its wonderful You obviously worked very hard

Would you read it to me so I can hear it outside of me outside my head?

Love to

I was weary of this day, of its arguing,

chiding, chaffing, its dull incessant haranguing;

and that I, in its midst, had nothing to offer

for my words were worthless useless clutter.

So I walked away, my legs odd and stilted,

looking for refuge before I wilted,

before the weight of my head collapsed my bones

and rode it down my spine “clack clack clack” and owned

a perch in my pelvis and lowed like a cow.

“I am better than this,” I said and coaxed.

So beneath only the cleansing air on my face,

I laid and admired the swallows chase

the clouds, the sunrays, the harbors there unseen;

and smiled immensely for my head grew wings.