Now is the time of the lunar month when I start having (noticing) the darker feelings. (Also. Random waking, trouble sleeping, heightened sensitivity to smell.) I never know how much of that (“the darkness”) I want to put into the blog, or how much choice I have in the matter, or even whether this is any different than my normal (purple and pink) word salad. (It’s a blog about my salad days.) And it makes me feel a universal guilt. So I would like to say I’m sorry to everyone (including those not in my life).
(Every poem is an apology, broken in one way or another.)