I wrote a poem many years ago. It started that way: this is an unsong/ a trance/ an undance… And so it is. Just that. I am suddenly much more tired. And I have a headache that won’t go away. About a week now. I might know why. I hope it just makes me sleep. Its hard to breath. Its hard to hobble down the hall to the bathroom. Its hard to sit or stand or lie down.
I am watching madonnas rebel heart tour on the iPad. How they all move. L sent pictures of a recent party. Friends that look well.