and my thought is this: that i collect my bits and pieces on the blog, then shape them into something under the -maybe- everpresent watchful eye of other writers (oh, the pressure!) who will comment when they think i'm heading off wrong. i assume.
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writing as performance art, hah.
and here is also the spot where i apologize for my annoying lack of capitals. i was injured, and type with one hand only; skipping the shift key to save a bit of stress on my left wrist.
this morning's bits:
you got on first,
rode awhile before i entered
watched me as i stepped
unwary through the door
fingertips and forehead
seek cold comfort from the glass
tender body tucked in cupping curve of mine
measure out the moments of my soul
cornsilk hair beneath my cheek
back and neck twist round
this sleep-softened mass of sweet
affection and protection weaving
gentle dreams around us both
a dream disturbed me last night. i visited a place i used to work, saw all my former co-workers looking fit and trim and exquisitly made up. one of them informed me that my husband was leaving me for her. through my tears, i told carol that i really didn't blame either of them. she was sticking address labels on wedding invitations. they had my husband's name on them. i woke up in a sweat.