Last night I was falling asleep and started writing a poem in my head about someone who was my teacher a long time ago. I asked Ming to bring me some paper and wrote the poem. It was my first time writing a whole poem in quite a long time. Felt great. I got the idea I could write a series of poems about facebook friends I never talk to.
I picked up my skirt and there was a bug on it. I was disgusted thinking it was a cockroach or cricket and dropped it. Ming took my skirt to the bathroom to kill the bug and flush it down the toilet. Turned out it was a spider.
“A black widow?” I asked.
“It had stripes,” he said.
This morning I was dreaming fitful dreams about being a bad Mormon like I was going to get in trouble for my failures. Gave up on sleep and got up early.
You can’t please all the people all the time.
I would like to believe in solidarity.