I haven't moved in days. "You need to write." I can't write. Its not in me. "Then what is?" I'm not sure. Silence. "You can't have silence." she says. Why not, I ask. "Because you don't believe in God." I turn on the TV. I am tired of God and I am tired of her. "Turn off the TV." she says. She's not dramatic. She makes sense. I turn off the TV, still staring at it, as pictures turn to light filled boxes and light filled boxes turn into nothing. "You've said that in about twenty of the poems that you threw away," she says. "Why do you think it would save this one?" I don't know, I tell her. She was enough to save it on her own. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
