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trying to satisfy you is a herculean feat this is not how I wanted to start out this poem intentional lawnmowering start up hover over why don’t you today, this morning, for you to get gang green face is blue getting cold imagined I vomited in the kitchen floor fell and passed out on my …

a few words

I've not really written for days. My hands have been moving, but something isn't in it. My heart is not in it. And now I'm back from West Virginia. I kind of gave that holiday away to the relatives; I'll claim New Year's and the weekend as my own. It is good to be out …

late

I don't get off to a good start writing this so throw it all in the bag and give the world something less private less neurotic less dirty-laundry I straight hate going to see them and no matter what day is no goddamn exception are you obsessed with agonizing over it I am because you …

eating. we are going to eat at the Indian restaurant today. are psyched it's open. gmother suggested this in the first place, since she is going more deaf and more blind, to go, and she would reimburse us. a day later, she has my mother call: "she wants to know what she can make." nothing! …

december oblations

fragments, these days that pass, cold days. sitting in the co-op without anything to write with, mentally I think out the words: december depression. december exhaustion. december depletion. december hard times. december hard to see a light at the end of the tunnel. I'm reading a book on increasing reading speed and comprehension, therefore giving …