regretfully your/s
i danced for one & a half months, & now all i want to do is nap
in the large armchair. i sewed the armpit of my winter jacket,
& tomorrow i'm leaving. (let's hope, all goes well, the jeep becomes packed,
i learned: techno is not so much fun, drug-free. & since i've given it all up,
i may have given up techno festivals in the forests.
(i spent shambhala in my head, roiling around, trying to get out...)
the roots&blues was wondering/full.
though still, after, on sunday, closing my eyes
& trying to rest, i was roiling around in my bed/ in my head,
scouring every detail with a tattered piece of steel wool.
i am not yet done learning this lesson of regret.
(& became entirely focused on a name. imagined he was called ivan &
he had a romanian accent). & he lay on his back & looked at the sky.
it is hard to watch a watcher.
so summer's done/ school starts friday.
(my new appartment shares a wall with a handsome frenchman)
(speaking of handsome frenchman, here's amanda with hers. she's going to marry this one
so she can stay in his country, (just like her mom did) & so she can love him,
till they have wrinkles around their eyes... )