Too far behind you to call out
as I saw you leave work on your bicycle,
I wanted to thank you
for telling me that I had a pretty smile,
but my powers of telepathy have always been a little shaky,
and you kept pedaling west as hard as you could.

I feel that I'm not so much writing here because I have anything to say but rather just to write. I spent part of this evening doing work sort of for myself, which was nice. I am working on a book of poetry, not my own, but rather a book of other people's poetry that I have reformatted and made pretty all typographic like. More than half of the poems in it are by Jeffrey McDaniel, which should tell you something about where I am right now.

It was nice to do something for myself. I need to get back to drawing.

I wish I were still writing. I need to fix that.