I solemnly swear,
I will not spend all evening
looking at craigslist
I wish all my gays
were here in this very room,
watching Top Model
Why so many flies
buzzing around our bedroom?
Amityville much?
If Heaven were here
I would reach across the gates
and pat your soft hands
The shame of learning
the number of syllables
is two and not three!
I have some new goals:
Start and keep up inspiration board
Write at least five new haikus daily
Compose two paragraphs of fiction weekly (or daily on weekends)
Work on synopsis
One page of journaling a day
Get to bed by midnight
Not so much facebook
Not so much apartment browsing on craigslist
Those are my goals, so...I don't have my glasses on tonight, must close this one. I'm squinting so deeply I'm growing crosseyed.
Oh, sweet library
brushing my hand down your spines
was an antidote
Should I shut up about it now? My longing for library work? Should I just keep pushing and pushing until our books fill a small fraction of library shelves? Should I give up my dream of returning to work in a library one day? FUCKING. NEVER.
Monday, October 12, 2009
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