do I stress you out
my sweater is on backwards and inside-out and you say
how appropriate

I am listening to Alanis Morissette. And my hair is eversoslightly eversolightly purple? And it's almost hallowe'en, and I am feeling coldweather darkearly happycalm. In a twowordstogether sort of sixteen way. Yes.

Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? - twelfthnight

Laura is reading Hers: Video as Female Terrain. Megan is reading White Oleander. I am reading old poetry that is not mine nor Marge Piercy; trying to write a response to it; not a poet. Think page 3 of section B third column down.