What One Girl Knows

Three more poems in two days! One a prose poem, one a poem about a strange old man my brother and I encountered in the subway, and one about manufactured girlfriends. Jason has been helping me with line breaks and encouraging me to read Frank O'Hara.

Lately I haven't been able to sleep -- I'm too involved in revising and writing poems. It feels kind of ... manic. I know the creative crash will come soon, but hopefully not until we're only the road and properly distracted with apartment searching and sightseeing. Anyway, traveling helps me with writer's block.

We have lunch plans with Jee Leong and Winston tomorrow. Sushi has been promised.