Didi painted a picture of me!
and I wrote a poem, again. I should show you the first draft -- it's so different, it's amazing. My mind tends to wander and things get weirder and weirder.
It's for a homework assignment for Joanna Furman's class -- a poem in one sentence. I actually did two of these.
At the Second Accident
I leave the engine running, the driver's
side door open, and I don't float --
I sink, the water not as cold
as I imagined, but brown and golden
underneath, filled with specks and slow
moving leaves and things that sparkle
and dart and I hear shouting and I'm
lifted by my ponytail and I'm out
of the water and you have your arms
and a blanket draped around me
and I think we're alone, but flashbulbs
keep going off, and I'm apologizing for
something I can't remember, and
you say, it's alright, that's what
credit cards are for, anyway.