voices swallow voices

i was looking through a notebook from winter 2003, one which includes a lot of colored pencil drawings, illegible writing written over other illegible writing, and a lot of poetry that makes me wince and laugh at the same time. Like Irene McKinney said about her poetry collection, Unthinkable: Selected Poems 1976-2004 at a reading in March, (to paraphrase) "I read these old poems, and it's like someone else wrote them, and I think, 'She wasn't so far off, she got some things right.'" In that spirit, i discovered in the midst of my sordid scrawling, self-entertainment, delusions of grandeur and philosophizing, this gem of a line:



mostly i just sit around
and identify with the cat.





still true.