I am semi-pleased to say

that PLANETARY MASS is complete. Now it is a matter of repairing the damages, the bite marks taken from elbows. It's the same when I make the effort to run on the treadmill and suddenly discover that I have to pee or blow my nose. Floating.

I promised myself that once it was over, I'd save time for reading books, for enjoying the summer before it's gone. B U T Momchik isn't here yet, and I'm already making poemplans in my head.

I've spent the morning in bed with the first issue of the Chapbook Review. These are the terribly clever ideas I'm sorry I didn't give not-birth to. I know - a shower is in my future. Possibly even the brushing of teeth.