- sunday, 8:40 pm.
- 8 minutes of sungazing, like a moon looking out into itself with brightening whiteness, moony from such vast and eerie glow. more to hope for.
- i paint almost every day now, sloppy and so full of bursts, lines from pencils and paints and no need to any longer fear that my work is too tight!! a new language every day, anew color, and many nocolors. the poetry chapbooks are filing up, filling me up. i have changed again, it is noticeable it is huge, it is fulfilling one moment and then it is flat. wheelchairs have finally allowed my butt to adhere to them as if we are one, i have become graceful. and also grateful.
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