I’ve put up a new poem in the Book section of the site, entitled, “I Steal (To Survive).” It is uneditted, unfussed over, and written at 6 a.m. in the morning with a fever and a little pain. It may be thought up in delirium, or it may not. I just started to go over it while laying down, and figured I’d write it down, as it’s not often I ever have this kind of deep internal reflection.

Going to the dentist today to look at this infection, and hopefully I’ll get some stronger pain killers, as the ones I’m using right now just aren’t cutting it. Frankly, I’m sick and tired of being in pain.