Incidentally, Most Days I Feel Quite Peaceful
I don't talk to myself
very often these days
I write
some simple words
every night before bed
and shut the book before
it gets to be too honest
but today
I woke and cleaned the drawer
of bills, old things, and et ceteras
came across
some cards and before
I could box away that
urge they were
flung forth and I was
speaking
in the rose madder of the
curtain I drew across all of it
wearing the same pajamas
I've had for three spins
of this;
My Rolodex memory and I are at war
but the
I is determined to have My say.
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