Saturday, October 16, 2010

October 16, 2010

I have spent most of this week feeling out of sync with the world (large and small). I have this feeling of being on the outside of a window looking in at everyone else, or being on the landing of the staircase (somewhat obscured) and hearing the party downstairs. I think that is brought forward in some of the last poems I wrote this week.

When asked what she did before

she had children.

She answered insightfully

I walked the world with closed eyes.

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