Twist and turn the days and nights, forget to eat, forget to check the time. This is what happens when you let the Word lead. It's been so long, you had forgotten how it moves. Make more coffee, pour more wine, draw maps on the backs of old scraps of paper, drag your typewriter back to the window where it belongs, take long, slow breaths that do not remember the decay in your soul. Sylvia Plath beckons to me from the bookshelf. What camaraderie in understanding. A life is passing. A thousand times I've fallen away from the path I thought was mine.
But I have returned a thousand and one,
and so far, that'll do.
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