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

very wretched and bleary waking up and
dreaming for last hour
now couldn't poss get up to
                                                  writing
computer as hoped.
w eyes closed must feel
way around pg. Dreamt of
eating in rest.
we were done but saw
friends and stayed for desert
I
started eating more pizza

Husband is groaning
beside me-doesn't
snore but groans.
must stop to rub his
arm. he doesn't
know about project as
will think I'm nuts
have bought fancy new
alarm as old one conveniently
died two days ago and
must now turn on light
to reset for 5. UGH. Hopefully can
sleep in btwn. Certainly easier
to write w light on.
Of course now am having
heat wave (my name for
hot flash) and stomach
hunger rumbles hence dreams
All thoughts physical
wonder if I always am hungry
in the night
must close eyes. light
Bijou does not understand why
I am back in bed instead of
going downstairs to let her
in back yard, Husband is
groaning again, must
rub arm.  much easier
writing w. eyes closed
Of course fancy new
hi tech alarm keeps
going off—I'm awake
I'm awake. Have to
figure out how to shut it.
Hunger is worsening, but if I get
up now I will never get more sleep
Just remembered more of dream—
entire magazine w Kari and
Miranda's old designs-photos
of the shoes in living color
they prob don't even have photos like
what I saw or designs for that
matter—very simple—very
beautiful
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