19.VIII.2002 :::: 20.26 st john eudes

rollercoastering through the past few days, waiting for things & losing my appetite.

i realized the other day though that i appear to have lost my only hard copies of the handful of decent poems i wrote while at kenyon. if i love you & gave you poems please give them back to me: i am sad without them.

a letter arrived today from andrew & because his handwriting is so cramped & small & awful i read it with big opened-up eyes, stretching, trying to make sense of it.