What I like most is to stay in my apartment.
So that is my whole life, pared of anecdotes.
I go out occasionally to look at a dance.
Otherwise the usual joys, worries and inner mourning.
Occasionally in an old boat I navigate the river
when I find the time.
Water swallows the days.
I think maybe that's all
I have to say
except that an irregular heart sometimes speaks to me.
It says, A candle is consuming a children's alphabet.
It says, Attend to each detail of the future-past.
Last night the moon was divided precisely in half.
Today a terrifying wind.