Friday, February 10, 2006

caro: population 1785 housing units

Found out a long poem of mine will be in the next Carousel. This is where they live. Issue 19. Good number. The end mark of a grouping. Groping, really. A bunching of numbers assigned a task by humanity to perform 1 to 9 deliberations. We haven't the right to fit them so. Why, 8 could exist in any number of ways. Before 7, for example.

I like the word antecedent.


Blogger Amanda said...

Congratulations, Wanda. Sorry to hear about your experience in the grocery store. Imagine that woman's life, she must be such an angry person. I bet she has problems with people every day. It's hard to not be jaded about humans when you see them act like this, but keep the faith, there are a few who are not so bad, it's just difficult to get them all together in one place. Buy yourself a rose as one of the good ones who deserves it.

6:20 p.m.  
Blogger MissWanda said...

Hey A, thanks for the sympathy. Although I think now maybe I invited it a little... I do tend to offer impossible looks sometimes; part of my Irish charm. Nonetheless, I'll take your advice and by meself a rose. Or a bottle of Jack. Or both.


It's my Montreal experience in part. Lonely over here (makes me/it 'want to/easy to' hate them).

And, I'm not so good. Wish I was (occasionally).

12:54 a.m.  

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