I'm attached to the idea
of being attached to an idea
I finished my project
19 drawings for 19 days
the last was done at 6am
it's just a couple of lines
a couple of depressed leaves & branches
with the date stamped depressingly on it
I think it's okay
I mean, I did it, right
accomplishment
I ate only part of my birthday tunamelt
Ida ate the other half
I drank two strong beers
and had to walk around the Basque block
to cry out some little-girl birhday-tears
I tried to tell Nickey I wasn't going to be sad
and then I stopped myself, and she was like, ya right, I know
but I've the close ones with me
and I'm not a tender misery
I'm ready for the new-year
and may will end
and summer will
and I'm getting out
and no one will see my emotion-crumples
and my wax face
and I will iron my memory-wrinkles out
and flatten back to life, sewn & sinched
