Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

Looking for changes.
As though stasis were a
failure.

Keep what is
use it to the end.

Sago palms.
A sense of design.

Cannot keep
track of my mind.

Am I fulfilling
everyone's I O U's?
It's been years now and
still I am breaking rocks all
day.

Paying for the sin of birth
and association. Can't get
away from the stink of
it underneath my finger
nails.

It's just words rolled on
to blue lines. Like a puzzle
I must figure out. Place them
in the correct order
and win a prize!

Don't look to the crowd
for help, their not giving
away any secrets, and
they will not pat you on
the back just for trying.

Your too old for that.

I want an Indian name.
Something that tells you
who I am. Water Horse
Broken Arrow, Paranoid White Girl.