Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Solitaire
solitaire is soothing I forget I'm sick
while the hand plays out Canfield or
old-fashioned patience putting off
real feeling doing anything nothing
reading Alice Hoffman New Yorker
horror stories everything loses its
charm conviction point I can't stay
bed stop being even this must count
better later grapes then lapse fear
dreams woozy warpage dull flat
type address lists stand up oops
tomorrow theatre if I dare to go
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