C.D. Wright

1. Sifting through my notes, journal entries hastily scribbled on pieces of paper and stuffed in my bag to be re-examined later. Business cards from shops and places I've eaten. Brochures. Receipts. Maps. Itineraries and tickets. Trying to trace my way

This poem is so much of my life lately. I wish I could tell you where I've gone. Living C.D. Wright          If this is Wednesday, write Lazartigues, return library books, pick up passport form, cancel the paper.          If this is Wednesday,

Philosophy class made me think of my own hierarchy of values, so that was in my mind the whole day. Ate alone, then walked and stared at stones in the zen garden. Slept in the library. And now I'm wide