Monday
Today I learned there are two kinds of ambiguity: 1) the good kind 2) the bad kind.
Tuesday
Trying to understand the definitions of left and right.
Wednesday
Reserved tickets for the theatre: Mother Courage and Her Children, by Bertolt Brecht.
Thursday
Circumference is the name of the game.
Friday
Yes!
Saturday
Surrendered the day to a vague uneasiness.
Sunday
Often I feel that no one loves me.
Monday
Yesterday I decided to give up. Today I thought not.
Tuesday
Today I ran in to Serendipity. “What a coincidence,” I said. “Let’s do lunch!”
Wednesday
Ambivalence is my middle name.
Thursday
No. I do not have a five-year plan.
Friday
I am so glad it’s the end of the day!
Saturday
I have come to the conclusion that I will never outgrow anxiety.
Sunday
I am spending more time, now, in the day room.
I’m beginning to think this shifting font size merely a test for those of us who are neurotic about our font.
I think it is at least amusing and perhaps enhancing to use font size as a meta-poetic vehicle.
Love that line, “Serendipity, what a coincidence”, lovely conundrum.
That’s good to know–thanks–I had thought about deleting that line.
Nettie–I’m always going to read your poems. I appreciate the humor, as well as the realism. Your poetry powers aren’t going anywhere but up!
Thank you, Rae–that means a lot to me : )
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