POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
Halfway through the ten-day vacation. Still waiting for some kind of joy to take hold. Just at the edge of the day. Just a small tug. There are 4 y’s in that paragraph. Like utterances of frustration.Three j’s. Like little fishhooks.Two g’s with their round descenders. Heavy. Resigned.Where it ends. Depression is a sneaky creature.…