After sleeping 12 hours without twitching, I spent half the day trying to wake up. Then I decided if I took a shower, maybe I would come alive. So after the shower, I went to the grocery, and now I think I'll go to the poetry meet after all.
Gonna take my Conrad Aiken poem, based on his "Beloved, let us once more praise the rain," one of the finest poems in any language that I know. Which includes English, a dead language.
Monday, July 25, 2016
Still Here
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