beautiful poem. you've written about a moment i've had dozens of times-so intimate, that reading it here almost startled me, made me want to put you at a distance, to breathe and absorb. beyond the losing control, the spiraling of--everything-i also love, i love that sudden shock-that streak of dark humor. that almost standing still as the earth collapses and just the edges of your hair? flutter.

Strange, strange work. This may well be the most abstract piece I've ever seen from you. Still, this has all the elements of a great piece of writing. The imagery is weird, but it fits the tone and style of this. But what I think I really like about this is that it's still comes obviously. You obviously didn't just throw this together for the sake of being weird. This still clearly came from a desire to say something. I'm probably not making any sense, so I'll just shut up and say I really liked it.

This is strange, un-like you in fact to me. I have read it many times and I still find it yellow wallpaperish. It's written brilliantly, no doubt, but it strangely reminds me of Bergman, Ingmar Bergman that is. I never really liked his films for all their brilliance, except "Summer Interlude." This makes me shiver a little in fact.