Sorry I wasn’t there;
I need like a reminder app or something
And so I decided to arrange the books in alphabetical order by author
and also by genre, which is when it started getting complicated
Rachmaninoff’s music for piano and cello has kind of got me
bouncing this afternoon. Later I’ll switch over to Maria Callas
and her take on O don fatale. You’d know it if you heard it….
I wish I had not kicked the door –
Methinks I’ll not be playing football any more….
Uncle Harry took me on to the boat without saying a word and left me holding a rope without telling me what I was connected to. Turned out I wasn’t connected to anything.
And if a question about passion comes up
in the exam this afternoon I’m doomed to stare hopelessly
at words and feelings that I’ve heard about but
never really engaged with. They are similar to cockroaches:
I don’t have to explain. Explanations ruin everything.
The Virgo version of me just spent the morning organizing and tidying the apartment to distraction
and now, thunder rolling in on to the hills, I’m wondering what star sign is messy and disorganized.
I suppose I could look it up. I suppose I could be bothered, but I’m not myself today –
And you wish you were a fish
although I don’t see you exactly
dripping with enthusiasm, although
at the lake there was a look in your eye
and your mouth mouthed the kind of
“feed me” routine fish often enact.