THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 11:37am
The Fog has sunk
into My Left Shoulder
–I can’t do The Laundry–
–I shouldn’t even be writing–
Peak & Eliza have gone to Lunenburg
with Their Father & His Family
My Day Is Grey
but I’m OK–
isn’t that awful?
The Fog has sunk
into My Left Shoulder
–I can’t do The Laundry–
–I shouldn’t even be writing–
Peak & Eliza have gone to Lunenburg
with Their Father & His Family
My Day Is Grey
but I’m OK–
isn’t that awful?
My Son just confirmed, echoed
I have a booming voice
“like no other”
Am I Gifted
or just loud in restaurants?
Do I Make Sense?
I am heard
through My Writing —
but when will I yell out
authoritatively
to Our World
for Our World
to Guide?
to Scold?