April 26, 2020

Good writing in the morning. Good gardening in the afternoon, opening a bed and putting in sunflowers. Dug out 39 bamboo shoots. I dug about that many out two days ago. The bamboo is relentless and means to take over the world. Poked my eye with a bamboo twig, and it stings even now. Thought going hither and thither like brown birds in the wind. I have never been my best friend’s best friend. I have never been my lover’s lover. Will I be able to die and leave this world, or will I ghost around the edges of it, able neither to enter nor to depart?