Wrapping Paper
There was a singing by the river, and no one but me was thinking of me. It was the last class and we had to read a dense page
that said everything. We were pushed. We bicycled away. Joy
did not climb or fall.
Finally I’m falling behind. Finally I’m not the first. I’ve never been. You’ve been a fierce thinker who scares people to death. I am doing a lot of
meditation. Or you could say, the relationships all
snap and everyone is lonely.
