2002-10-17 ± 9:14 a.m.
a poem not written

I have no good excuses for falling off the face of the diaryland planet. I've come down with a serious case of self-doubt when it comes to my ability to say anything worth posting.

I don't want to be one of those people who finds themself so deep and prolific...and is really just trite and pedestrian.

Admittedly, I am leading quite the normal life these days. Teaching for America is much easier the second year around, and I've been using my spare time doing sensible things; yoga and kickboxing, getting shit together to apply to law school and drinking clever vodka martinis. How is this my life?

two nights ago I was laying in bed...butt kicked from my first kickboxing class in nearly two years...and I had the idea for a poem...it was to encapsulate the apathy that has been surfacing in me lately...it was to be called "on the days I love you less"...but I paused in this moment of inspiration and rationalized with myself. I could get out of bed at 11pm, write a poem that may or may not be deemed total ca ca when I look at it the next morning, or I could just close my eyes and wait for sleep.

I think you know what happened.

and I still hit snooze 3 times.

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