Beat back that sucking beast of a poem finally. Ready

for submission to a performance type reading series.

Hopefully it will be accepted, but for now I'm glad

the thing got made. I wrangled more with the self

than the poem. Yesterday the suck; today I'm perusing

NEA fellowship applications.

Not to mention that I found the just-purchased

salad dressing in the band-aid drawer.

So it goes usually.