there were mice in the walls last night and i hope they don't get back in and spring comes and they go out to the wild.

my family i know they are leaving and i know it's neurotic but i feel afraid because i came here when i was desperate and they took me in and i fear now i will fall back and be abandoned though i know it's different now, i'm not drinking, i have an apartment without mice for the moment, and i have mister. so i want to be sane and magnanimous and wish them a bountiful experience in oak park, my family.

indian burial ground.

said the ice, let's break up and turn back into water.

penetrating space.

sink my angry angst like a leaky boat.

the ghost trail, the mind maze.

wild abandon, mind a maze of leaving.