Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

Journal of the Nerve Center

It's a daisy    no it's
a wheel     long time since love
spend
ing                    alone time nights
w/ sore thoughts of  (no no no)
tell me about you, yours,
and i'll tell you mine.

it was the moon and full

feet up, traveling along, heat
and sun welcome after such a
snow-bound experience

everything was unveiling itself
petals, blue, lakes of all sizes

everything i want so immediate
so grass is always greener

let me tell you a few things:
my friend's mystery lover
had disappeared w/out a trace
his accent gone
2 pairs of pants and a shirt behind
checked out w/ time to spare
will he ever love again?
doubtful          people like that can't
give or take it               people like that
can't trust themselves
                    is life always so much masturbation?
i'm thinking w/ my skin again
feeling the last lingering memory there
meant to write a love poem... oops
meant to address everything to the big You,
meant to sulk          sulk
                    four sets of hands