Sweeping the crumbs of my infirmities into my back pocket, I'm determined to follow a plan.
Be it a progression from dissonance to cacophony.
Be it a formal declaration of my reconfiguration.
Be it settled.
From this day forward, more unfastening, more angles (and more angels), more and more resolution.
Starting in about 16 hours, more abandon, more baggage--an excess of the barely luggable.
Coming to a theatre near you, an outrageous incongruity.
In 2009 I will probably bite my nails even more.
In 2009 an imposition of risk.
In 2009 I will find the OED that's been packed in a box in our basement since April 2004.
In 2009 I will make the most attainable suggestions.
In 2009 I will work on the next five poems.
In 2009 my voice from within me will tell my voice from within me that it's within me to be tremendously striving.
In 2009, endpoints.
In 2009, time frames.
In 2009, failure gets a time-out; endeavor gets a playdate and a pajama party.
It's 2009. StarSong and Pinkey Pie take to the skies, their sparkly manes festooned with sparkly hair ties.