If Only I Knew What I Wanted

I Know The Bottom, She Says. I Know It With My Great Tap Root: It Is What You Fear. I Do Not Fear It: I Have Been There.

I Deserve That, Don't I, Some Sort Of Blazing Love That I Can Live With.

I Have Done, This Year, What I Said I Would: Overcome My Fear Of Facing A Blank Page Day After Day, Acknowledging Myself, In My Deepest Emotions, A Writer, Come What May.

Love Life Day By Day, Color By Color, Touch By Touch.

My Flesh Winced, In Cowardice, From Such A Death.