Sleep in Half the Day

big fuzzy white sweater, pushing my fingers against the desk (upset) only to write two pages but they were the best pages, put people in corners, new pink mouse like a mouse of my youth but wireless better on the thumbs, tried to write a list of things I like but mostly thinking of what's in front of me right now, and I suppose the opening notes of the Andrew McMahon concert I saw pictures of the space shuttle, the blue light on Puhg's face the Shirley Temple we split, hot pink gel nails, sugar cookie latte and listing all there is to do and write, I romanticize the chapters of the musician's memoir--him wandering studio to bar to car to beach searching for the next album and I think I'd like to be so lucky before I remember I am, being thought of, promise of the new year already secure, cinnamon bun soft edge to core, Snake calls for help with a script which I give her and she keeps (surprised) repeating "this is really helping!", in one week an actor and a playwright tell me they'd like to help me put up the script from last year, obsessed with Elizabeth Holmes, watch the new Jane Campion in bed on the projector with Trader Joe's cheese puffs in a big plastic bowl, when the little ham comes out when the sun is shining through the apartment sun-dappled angel, stay in bed for four hours and the wave of guilt comes but then it goes