Shower’s been running forever, went & asked her if she’s going to class, NO, well I am and it starts in 20 minutes.
Finally picked Tower submissions for Casey at the last minute and slid them under his door at 2 am. Front Porch Dreaming, the pie story, 4 others which will drive me crazy trying to remember which ones.
I feel horrible again, where’s the line? Unhealthy, familiar, everything goes wrong, five changes of clothes and a call from my mother. Borrowed Childhood’s End from Mike but I don’t think my mind will hold still long enough. Hard to get hold of any poetry hiding here. The undercut/foundation for all this is the discrepancy between how I feel and how anyone else sees it. I feel a plausibility, he doesn’t, but he likes me, and that’s where the pain is.