12 OCT 05
Sometimes I get so deep into the dream of the jobs of the day that I don't hear about world events until later. 
from "Disintegration: Poem for Eva Hesse"
by Martha Ronk:
I don't want to keep a diary
or know what I'm thinking.
. . .
b.
I can't figure out how to figure out how to do it.
I figure it'll take a lifetime of complete misery.
Yet she threads a cord through a bit of hosing and it seems
a plausible answer to a myriad of questions.
. . . . .
