...the day just wheezes and goes down a funnel
counterclockwise.
—John Ashbery
It gets old, me wanting to be social,
but not managing. Just as it gets old
wanting a new permanent home of
employment. There have been so
many obstacles. This is the day I
was to move the brunt of my belong
ings into my new home. Yet. Well,
I often go on about the inordinate
lousy luck I’ve had over the past
decade or so. Ten years ago, living
in a lovely home, one in which I’d
resided for, by then, eleven years. It
would go on to be nearly thirteen. By
those years, I was too sick to enjoy it.
