we’re healing here. all of us. i never get very personal, never talk about facts more than i talk about feelings, about emotions. i’m not a selfish person in real life but in writing i am, and i’m realizing that this is nothing to be ashamed of. it’s mother’s day, and mama told me to write…
Will you stop for a while, stop trying to pull yourself together
for some clear “meaning”— some momentary summary?
can have poetry or dances, prayers or climaxes all day;
the ordinary blankness of little dramatic consciousness is good for the health sometimes
only Dostoevsky can be…