These days.

So back for day two, and its a pretty good sign that i havent quit already.

i still dont have any finals due until tomorrow. so for better or worse i have been
killing time and trying to read THe Brothers Karamazov, in an attempt to learn something
i didnt know before. i cant say with certainty why i think it will help with anything at all.

but i have promised myself i wont write new poems or anything of that sort until i am done with the book, and it seems like a promise worth keeping to yourself.

that is, it seems worth it if you are me and into things like that.


so here is something i found in the brothers that i was totally fond of.


"But to fall in love does not mean to love. One can fall in love and still hate. Remember that! I say it now while there is still joy in it."

and perhaps an old somewhat unfinished poem.


Leah confused

I have lived through the days
where palms answer questions
& sex sex pulled me into more beds
then I could make

If i was a question then the answer
was it felt right every time it happened
I was more then this body
this shuffled deck of my thoughts

But now my eyes are trained on
themselves in that mirror my right
hand touches my left cheek

there are names slipping out
of my pockets
there are histories aflame
in the sink