•128/ Guilt hides within the dirt of fingernails.
Friday, July 4, 2014
The cat is under the bed raising a ruckus. She is chasing her tail in elaborate acrobatics. She twists in half circles to catch her shadow. I lie on the top of the bed with my swollen right knee, trying to ignore the pain. Another two months of waiting, before surgery.
•Received another rejection for a manuscript in the mail the other day. No comments. No words of explanation. On the whole, the submission process is easier to deal with these days. One (I) cannot invest much emotion into the lack of editorial responses, lack of connection to a manuscript. So I bundle up a new assortment of poems and send off another arrangement to a new set of eyes.