art days are a slow inch in which I am here to do just one thing and do everything else.
the sun sets and I've barely begun- But small tasks are tasks done tooQ
Mierle whispers: it's maintainence, Rachel.
and she's right- but the truth overlaps itself in contradiction:
Rachel whispers: it's fear, Rachel.
Not Being Stressed looks like laughing, but not being done yet looks like stress.
I have finished my poem for the day
there are no more excuses
it's time to begin.