Layton, Loll, and the Summer of 2003
11/04/2002 05:25 a.m.
I'm not going back.
I called.
I feel good.
My poem "High August" reveals the truth of it.
My poem "Forbidden Fruit" bespeaks the personal.

"Write my own ticket," he said.
A kindness?
Honesty?
Friendship?
Sincere need?

What I will do, I don't know.
But what I won't do, I do know.
And it's November,
Six months until the end of school,
And I feel relieved.
I am currently Content
I am listening to Beruhmte Orgelwerke von Johann Sebastian Bach