Vessel Log: 2009 02 04

: isn't enough coffee to clean-sweep the fog. This lack of visual clarity inspires hypochondria. Hunger is less biological as it is hypocritical. They say they love me, blow kisses, and they help snap me into place. I am loose shoelaces, ill-planned patterns, and too many carbohydrates. Mikan, mikan, lay down your anchor and swim to shore. Studying language; reading, writing, copying. And last time I knew/ she worked at an Abbey in Iona/ The sun loiters after school. She said “I killed a man T/ I’ve gotta stay in this Abbey”/ But I can see that star/ when she twinkles/ and she twinkles/ and I sure can/ That means Grocery shopping for colors rather than sustenance. Today it’s orange (salmon, pepper) and green (lettuce, cucumber). The front door rhythmically clicks. It’s not going to write itself.