"I didn't blame them for being envious. I love this work. Even on my worst day—which might have been the Halloween I dressed up as a witch and tried to coax scary sounds out of an overcrowded class of kindergartners in full riot, and only succeeded in having a little girl throw up what looked like 10 pounds of bananas on my witch shoes—even on that day I knew I was lucky not to be sitting in an office cubicle somewhere pretending to work. "
Poem white page white page poem
something is streaming out of a body in waves
something is beginning from the fingertips
they are starting to declare for my whole life
all the despair and making music
something like wave after wave
that breaks on a beach
something like bringing the entire life
to this moment
the small waves bringing themselves to white paper
something like light stands up and is alive.
