cat hair.

457 am

do you hear my stomach?

oh, internet. you are so cute today

update

I watched CNN yesterday while listening to REO Speedwagon on the elliptical trainer. I never used to think about age at the gym. I saw another poet there, that can't be bad. CNN's solution to managing stress in troubling economic times? Get religion.

Don't miss Laura Moriarty on the recent language poet invasion, by way of the Watchmen.

"Another of the heroes is everyone together at the same moment. Which of us is which? One refines one’s super power over a long period of time. You save your life with it or risk it. It really is that big of a deal. It matters to assert and propose and connect and to utilize every trick in your own book(s), every bit of moxie, every aspect of your particular power to try to put your thing over each time you are out there."

conditions apply to me

I TOTALLY FAILED TO LOVE MY LABOR YESTERDAY.

A poetics

I haven't adjusted to the post-Saturday-evening state of being yet. Or last night. I'll get back to you when.

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I have to write inside an extremely difficult form today: the presentation to the committee. Constraints: Love this labor. (poetry)