What Are Days For? Days Are Where

Dear, I Can't Write, It's All A Fantasy: A Kind Of Circling Obsession.

I Am Always Trying To 'preserve' Things By Getting Other People To Read What I Have Written, And Feel What I Felt.

I Wouldn't Mind Seeing China If I Could Come Back The Same Day.

I Never Think Of Poetry Or The Poetry Scene, Only Separate Poems Written By Individuals.

Death: The Anaesthetic From Which None Come Round.