365 5/4

 

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping

I'm empty and aching and I don't know why

365 11/8

It is the lumps and trials

That tell us whether we shall be known

And whether our fate can be exemplary, like a star.

365 3/19

America stop pushing I know what I'm doing

America the plum blossoms are falling

365 2/15

It occurs to me that I am America.

I am talking to myself again.

365 7/4

Don't even front like you're going to out 'Murica me this year