Writing what I don't know
I write my grocery list Taxes Scribble down recipes Writing what I know: not knowing, of abject terror, of emptiness. I got off a plane with absolutely no idea of What next. The airport parking lot at night, grey beneath arc lights Pacific Time Zone, already midnight in Chicago Time passed, past, no going back My son-in-law picks me up, the only car in the lot As we roil out I try to pick out something familiar, something I know We...