"It's terrible sometimes, inside," he said, "that's what's the trouble. You walk these streets, black and funky and cold, and there's not really a living ass to talk to, and there's nothing shaking, and there's no way of getting it out--that storm inside. You can't talk it and you can't make love with it, and when you finally try to get with it and play it, you realize nobody's listening. So you've go to listen. You got to find a way to listen."

Those Winter Sundays

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking,
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?

-Robert Hayden

a panic
a pilgrim
a dial tone

but in the mean time take a picture of me with your cat

this is a private party and i'm gonna have to to ask you to leave.

remember when we were rehearsing for the latter and made to stand and hold each other for the duration of class?

thanks fer doin that, hepcat

3

2

homesickness 1

"i believe that for his escape, he took advantage of the migration of a flock of wild birds."

public displays

sometimes this

dear michael shapiro,

when i took your english comp. class we didn't agree on most things.
now i think we would and
i dream about jimmy corrigan, the smartest kid on earth, a lot.

Fayettenam

"this weekend i ate breakfast." the rest read a little unclear.

you can leave this one right here

small town blues

not southern illinois.

'mafraid that one's been done before.

you have made this abundantly clear

paint over it

cleaning shit up

jo, what's the news?

not quite what you asked for.

i swear. i try.

sunday.

the letdown

stop scribbling.

im gonna come home and you'll all be old

+ three - one

recalling mimosas this morning

toad

talking to strangers

j: good luck at Gregory
h: i don't go to school today
j: i meant in the future
h: i don't go in the future

the trees will fall

one just did.

changing colors

so the truth is



it's really hot here.