March 22, 2008
Snow slashes. Iím sleepy. Closing my eyes, I see long rows of sleeping bodies lying on cots in neat rows, endless in imagination. And the snow drips in this early spring, some ten inches laid in last night where I was in the dark of the parking lot shoving it off my car, feeling the wet beginning already to puddle in the arch of my left shoe. I close my eyes again and the sleeping bodies are replaced by a sleeping lump which is me. I stayed up too late last night. Hence, I was up too early this morning.