A Diary of a Month in the Life of Nobody in Particular

Entry 1. Whose head rests on this pillow? My heart works wrong stops. Im square root of zero a cipher in last position save one in room rezoned to tomb where scavenger mice lose their way then navigate through programmed ecstasy to gnaw in frustration on their neighbors bones.

Entry 2. Livesonce shared come un-entwined a letterthen one in return until echo goes un-answered and catalogers come to set each wax flower in its separate vase

Entry 3.

Harvest is everything to one who works the fieldtrue inducement to procure a price for all that sweat lest some strangers brow feign indifference to the taste of bread and chose their staple from anothers shed.

Entry 4. Willful widowers tears water anothers garden all too soon.

Entry 5. This complaisance comes without a price money is no measure when someone else has paid. Entry 6. neither Aeneas nor Paulnever fortunes friend I speak words none were meant to speak my return implicit in my exitI had not believed death had undone so many

Entry 7. What was it wind wanted? Careless air to promise so much Where does it come from? Where does it go? Simple answer: to some, say hello to others, farewell Entry 8. Who in this work will excel if not the man who weathers the worst of it and comes back just the same?

Entry 9. Like the dream of a kidnapped child who wants so much to wake to her mother all done or not begun is just the same to those who mourn Entry 10.

Small reversals amount to nothing if the day is won even if you simply last to fight again youll know youve not lost battles to come