. . . I won’t pretend
To be an historian, how could I, when I
have no idea
Of today’s date. Though I know we
embarked one morning early
In May, I have no idea how long ago that
was
And I don’t care. I breathe, I twist my
hair. I watch
The sea. At times it resembles an eye
But it isn’t watching me.
--from “The Distance” by Lyn Hejinian
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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