Today my boss said to me, "Kate, you're one of those people who is so smart that you can't make friends."

To think I've been blaming this on my crippling anxiety!

Poetic content: John Giorno - Drinking the blood of every woman's period

I know everyone has heard all these dial a poet poems, but fuck that, this is pretty cool.

Written for a cat named Lovey (revised rough draft)

sphinx,
seated upon a love worn chest,
i have never thought you the killing type.

but here:

eyes black like nazi coal
watch my heart move
through my breast.

Recently Acquired Books

Grendel, John Gardner

Walden, Henry David Thoreau

Charm: Elegies of Propertius, Sextus Propertius (translated by Howard Katz)

Song of Solomon, Toni Morrison

Le Morte D'Arthur, Sir Thomas Malory

The Pressed Plant, Dinoto & Winter (Bought for Anselm Kiefer's art)

Great American Prose Poems, Scribner ed. David Lehman

A General Course in Linguistics, Saussure (I don't understand one thing this man says. I read and reread and read again, but it is a wasted effort, my friends)

Selected poems, Mark Strand

And obviously, the most important:

Catwings, Ursula K. Le Guin (A new copy of one of my favorite early readers)

The Malignant Cells

stacking atop one another
the flat jelly faces look up.
build a wall out of each
nameless façade saying
do not come any closer.

you don’t get to come
any closer.