I cut myself…just to watch me heal…but the blood won’t stop…this plan…has gone awry…the people…in the park…outside the window…look to be enjoying the day…And it will be a long time…before you are here…I will try… to clean up by then…And I think Anne Sexton…should only be read at night…And Bukowski…or the Bible ie, Hemingway…or even Zane Grey…during the day…sunshine regrets some adventures…while night…has no reservations…And those half empty notebooks…show…those lessons left…unlearned…through yesterday’s smile…today’s tears…I thought…tomorrow would never change you…