January 17th, 1973

Ah you are in a swirl– you are a blade of shining steel– whirring, whacking– how unsure are you– ah hug yourself– hug yourself, honey– ah, whir– take your shower, sweep your floor– stay put– don’t follow the avenues too bold-heartedly– yet– persevere– be courageous.

Mah dear– is this serious? Ah did I hear a snake hiss– Oh my– but never mind. How nice would be sleep– but heavens, heavens white fitful little half-asleep dreams– oh twilight shadows– oh my– have some tea– you, madam, are pregnant with creation– did you hear a knife whacking?

O my dear:

is this some

flower

star

dipping into some

womby creation?