I weave what I'm reading or see on television
into what I'm writing and vice versa. Also
the household chores, my many ailments.
I'm sound as the dollar I'm just getting old.
An inflation in Germany made everybody's pension
worthless. What do you do when you're too old for
the factories? Poems about aging. May Sarton.
818.5203. Diaries, journals, notebooks.
A black memoir. Black is the color of,
not no colors, but all colors.
It's not the absence of color,
so much as an overabundance.