Thursday, September 07, 2006

From a Bird, by Emily Dickinson

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
and ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And the hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

**Caretaking from 7am to 6pm (ate lunch @ 5), ran out to see my friend Mike Arcega's piece at a group show that just went up at the Asia Society, got to meet Laurel Nakadate, and then came back home for caretaking. Its 12:30 and i'm gonna draw in bed for a bit and get up at 7 all over again. This is the routine. Its exhausting, but I'm gonna miss its reason when all is said and done. Liberation for all from life's ball and chain.**

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