tonight I thought about my readers while I wrote
and I thought about sam. those two things may not
seem like poetry, but that's all its been today. I've
tried to be honest about almost all of it, and today
to tell the truth. it's sam, antibiotics and poetry. while
I think about what all the rest of you are up to.

tell me, how's it going?

what. ever, you have to say I'm going to listen
I just can't promise I'll care. and I can't promise
I'll love you and I can't promise that I'm going
to make you happy. but I'm going to try.