I know I could copy and paste it here but it would really really make me just a tiny bit more happy than I currently am if you would click on the link and go read it over there. No I don't make money on clicks and I don't have any ads or anything other than the ubiquitous one for One Last Ditch but I like to think people are looking at my blog even though I hardly ever update it. I keep thinking if I had an audience I would write more but I need to write more to get an audience and then I think about the autobiography I am trying to finish and about getting readings for having published the book I've already published and I think about DW and LJ and all the places I have not written and I get a little overwhelmed and start clicking refresh on various pages over and over until it becomes clear I am the only one there.
But so this is the blog entry with a new and untitled poem that I really really really want you to go read and then comment if you feel moved to do so either here or there or anywhere really.
Oh wait. Actually, if you are not in the mood to see mention of sexual assault, you might want to read this later if and when you are equipped to encounter such things.
Otherwise, I'm going to post something else in about a minute more, so go read! Go!