We caught the tail end of hurricane .. Harvey? Sounds right. Then it feels right. Then so on into History. I will go see my Aunt Kristen tonight. She is getting her breasts removed next week. It is still raining outside. I have done better today than yesterday. Finish writing, drink wine. Do yoga. Leave. Eat Dinner. See Aunt. --------------------------------------------------- It is as if all poetry and imagination has been worn away, and my heart is simply an empty shell. What inner world now must I transverse to find another muse? I continue to wander the earth. Am I then glorified? Do I hope for more? What will be left of me when I am gone? I will settle for now, .. again. |
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