Poems about poems, performance pieces about performance, stories, prose, surviving despite the odds. People often ask writers if the work is autobiographical. Yeah. Fortunately or unfortunately, it's all true,
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Sunday, May 22, 2011
I didn’t think I was sleeping. I thought I was eating cake.
What a life. Sleep and cake.
I stumble from couch to bed, try to retrieve cake dreams, but thoughts have invaded fantasy and I’m left with tribal make-up, hospital doors swinging, a blue van running, keys missing