JANUARY 5



...so one morning I awoke
in a strange woman’s bed.
I wasn’t quite sure
where it is I was.
A large loft with exposed beams.
The mattress was very comfortable.
Sunlight penetrated the darkness.
I rose amongst its slivers.
I left her bed and went to work.
I drive a truck.
So I drove and drove and drove
while trying to figure out 
who she was.

(Found amongst piles of old scriblings,
this was written January 5, 2000 on a 
round, coffee-stained coaster, literally 
written in a spiral from the outside in.
I felt placing it here as thought relic
from that period seemed the right
thing to do.)

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