Diary Entry
- Tired, weighted down, this evening,
- gravity got to me before
- a cup and a half of Keemun tea.
- I suppose it’s good to break habits,
- to sleep in the day and stay up all night,
- to overeat and deprive oneself of pleasure,
- but one can’t demand the good of it at the time.
- I have the window open to satisfy myself
- that it’s not raining as I’d imagined,
- and I listen to the insects shrilly keeping time.
- 12 February 1983 San Diego
