Jan 20, 2011 23:44
The relief--still plentiful--subsides. Anger, confusion linger. Application essays, braggadocio; throbbing temples top of eye ache. White and blue screen and sentences set to sell.
Northwest tempting calling crying. Mountains white but green in my heart.
My hands are dry. But they don't have to. Not in a kitchen anymore. I can wear my clothes now and look like me. I can do something better than making conversation. Relief, again. Keep it.
robinson jeffers,
part two,
god bless the working stiff!