The quinoa , for my dinner, is cooking. I was going to make salmon with citrus salsa but I need to go buy Italian parsley and lemons. The Chinese Buddhist’s mantra chants CD is playing. I am calm. I was looking at Jennifer’s chapbooks made in 2018, and I cried at her long long life of sickness. Yet she truly was adored. Something i will never know from her son. She has bore three beautiful children and stayed with her hubby for over 60 years. Brian might have been too ambitious as he thought after my first crisis at 21, that I could bear children to raise and marry him. He never ever accepted my illness as beyond my control. He blames me for it. I don’t want to live as long as Jennifer. Please god, hear my plea.
The Poetry Dervish