Collective unconscious. Reading
Japanese poetry. Darleen sends me a
message on Facebook but I can’t find
Darleen she’s invisible or unreachable.
Can’t reply. Message from a ghost?
Not in Japanese, silly. Cassie loaned me
this book with horrible introductions,
but now I’m down to the good stuff.
Unable to drink, spend the week
keeping the wobbly upright,
erect. I am not a good poet.
But I just gave birth to
something.
