“Writing is not therapy. That’s the last thing it is. I still have my grief.”

If the answer were awe, I would be burdened with awe

        The havoc-caused
        soul occurs not
        recovers yet the

I dreamed of a clipper ship
Gold on blue THE CHASEY ALICE
Until he’d seen which Captain You said

I’ve meant to tell you many things about my life,
& every time the moment has conquered me.

I woke up remembered “It is a day”
& went out to make it
                                            be a day

I needed a long bus ride up-
town like a new hole oh well