here is what it's like here for christmas
pont and i ate egg salad sandwiches, tomatoes and cold mashed potatoes for dinner. it was gross. our dining room table is a radiator box.
now i'm going to read mary ruefle's selected poems:
i realized i was becoming
impossible, more and more impossible,
and that one day it really would be true.
(from: how i became impossible)
if you were lonely
and you saw the earth
you'd think here is
the end of loneliness
and i have reached it by myself.
(from: the tenor of your yes)
i want to spend new year's eve here