A poem written each day upon waking. It's mostly unedited. I think that's the point. Promise not to laugh, or let me give up, and please, wish me luck.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
2/18/11
As soon as we can,
we make it a point
to feelsomething
to admitnothing
and worry just a bit too much
that we're not worried
enough
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