New Year's Day 2013
Today I fell on the ice and hit my head.
Apparently, it was not hard enough:
what I want is to get out of the same path,
and move into a new one--a path that is not
my path,
but our path--
this is the work to be done,
this is the important work,
and it does not start here with my pen
on this page.
It starts when I put this pen down
and walk up the stairs
and tell you that I love you.
Today I fell on the ice and hit my head.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
