twenty three me
March 2003
When I have time alone I cut my hair. When I have time alone I think of poetry in the bath. When I have time alone I contemplate the moon.
But tonight the moon's behind clouds, the bath is calling me cold, and my hair is gone. I've been reduced to my smallest parts. And I want to be less even still.
When I'm fourty and I read back through my journals what will I think? Will I come back here like I go back there?
When I have time alone I cut my hair. When I have time alone I think of poetry in the bath. When I have time alone I contemplate the moon.
But tonight the moon's behind clouds, the bath is calling me cold, and my hair is gone. I've been reduced to my smallest parts. And I want to be less even still.
When I'm fourty and I read back through my journals what will I think? Will I come back here like I go back there?