been opening and closing my top file drawer.
i can't and yet, i can believe i tossed out 10 years worth of
stuff. i had promised myself i wouldn't get rid of ANY
of my
poems ever again.
but, you know, this time it was different.
this needed to be done. now,
to wait and let the muse smile for me,
once more rain words down onto my flesh,
let them soak into it.

it will be an adventure.
we can have it together.