Two new Antipasto entries: Monday and She.
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He said, "You haven't updated."
So I let the cat out of the electronic bag, "I've got one poem ready to go ... and another I'm finishing ..."
"Write more too," he said. "Instead of hiding behind poems."
"I'll write horrible things if I write more," I said. "Some things are not mine to talk about."
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One of those days that existed purely so it could be forgotten. I lacked patience. I lacked my usual tolerance for people. He told me I sounded like someone completely different, but I think he sometimes forgets I am human.
Some days, I am a deep, bottomless well that everyone shouts into, just to hear the echo of their own voices.
Posted by sniffles at November 26, 2001 10:31 PM