|March 18, 2015
||[Mar. 18th, 2015|11:55 pm]
I had a very bad last night, and I woke up this morning with my stomach warning me not to even think of having breakfast. So, I got up bright and early and cancelled my subbing assignment and then went back to bed. I got up again late morning, and gingerly ate a cereal bar and had some coffee (mixed about half-and-half with milk). It stayed down, but my stomach was still looking at me somewhat askance. I had some crackers and cheese around noon, which went down well, and when queenmomcat came back from her workout with a salad from the grocery store that I ate as well. It all stayed down.
So, what with all of that, I actually wrote a poem this afternoon:
READING A HIGH SCHOOL YEARBOOK 30 YEARS LATER
We lost three. The past page of the yearbook
dedicated to their memory:
one accident, one from natural causes --
one suicide? I can't remember now.
What I do remember: a junior girl
killed herself over the summer,
whom we wanted to commemorate
in our yearbook, but were told must wait
until her own year and their final page.
A yearbook I never saw. Someone I knew,
whom I walked home with, a girl perhaps
I could have loved, given time not had.
“Natural causes” I recall more clearly --
lived down the street. Remember progress from crutches
to wheelchair. Difficulty breathing. The last
birthday party, how happy he was to see us . . .
I still remember his name. His face escapes.
I'm not entirely happy with it -- it seems very unpoetic to tell the truth, but I think I can work on it in the future. In any case, after I wrote this I felt it was time to take a nap, which I did.
My stomach was still feeling cranky in the evening, but I was feeling good enough to make a roast pork loin in maple syrup/mustard sauce for dinner again. It went down well, and now I'm thinking of going to bed early again tonight. I have another subbing assignment tomorrow, and I would like to actually make it this time.