old letters : old lives
Dec. 13th, 2001 04:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantsifting through the sediment layers of my room & so very many importance scraps of paper. where to put them all?
i turned in my entries for the cambridge poetry awards. i still think that glacier is the best one.
burying my sedimental face
in my hand, its palm of ice
meanwhile: the 2 dfci jobs never got approved, jen tells me today on the phone. oh? i say. but they all wanted to hire you, she says. oh? i say. can you come in for another interview for a totally different and much less engaging position? probably, i say. how about tomorrow at eight-thirty in the morning? she asks. oh, sure. why not, i say.
i checked a million things off my to-do list today. my room and all my laundry is clean and i am practically packed for new york and iceland and then pdx. it remains to be seen whether i will manage to run into nisha or jm; i'd really like to, but they are nowhere to be found.
you better be sure/ these hard times drive you/ door to door. i am going to curl up and sleep in the dark silent breathing house. with all the lights off it is like an oversized machine that shuts down with a shudder. the floors creak with the cold and i hide away from it.
i turned in my entries for the cambridge poetry awards. i still think that glacier is the best one.
burying my sedimental face
in my hand, its palm of ice
meanwhile: the 2 dfci jobs never got approved, jen tells me today on the phone. oh? i say. but they all wanted to hire you, she says. oh? i say. can you come in for another interview for a totally different and much less engaging position? probably, i say. how about tomorrow at eight-thirty in the morning? she asks. oh, sure. why not, i say.
i checked a million things off my to-do list today. my room and all my laundry is clean and i am practically packed for new york and iceland and then pdx. it remains to be seen whether i will manage to run into nisha or jm; i'd really like to, but they are nowhere to be found.
you better be sure/ these hard times drive you/ door to door. i am going to curl up and sleep in the dark silent breathing house. with all the lights off it is like an oversized machine that shuts down with a shudder. the floors creak with the cold and i hide away from it.
