it's a swan

no, it's a duck.

it's a swan mom.

no, it's a duck. i can't tell. next a unicorn will appear and i'll just see a mare.

is this a place all women come to? i had thought i wouldn't lose my ability to see. but it seems i have. too much reality is the culprit i believe. i've dealt more with numbers and logistics, than dreams. i don't know what dreams are any longer.

and i'm too tired to return to dodge. i drove home today and dove in bed, now, i have to cram. i have too much to do to sit at dodge for hours on end, and this, perhaps more than losing my maiden vision, or perhaps as testament to losing my maiden vision, i have no time for poetry. soon, i'll have no time for poets.

there are things i must be about. finishing my semester is one.

i will try not to write anymore here, until i am caught up. this is a waste of time in many ways.

see, i've lost the vision.

it is what it is.

just a duck.