My friend Aubri, who was once a student but who now has become a classmate and even teacher (we have exchanged all of the old titles for new, better-fitting ones), wrote this wonderful poem that she presented at the Creative Writing Colloquium yesterday and also workshopped in Kathy’s class, tentatively titled “I hate the I,” which rather inspired the first line of the second stanza that I’ve sketched out here; also, I decided to use the lower-case “i,” which I never do, you know.
This is just something I scribbled out while waking up just now. I have to go to the DMV to renew my car registration this morning. Then: a long day’s journey into night when I can return to my fluffy little nest of pillows.
i’m thinking about
aspires to music;
i aspire this i
in the grass
in the cool grass
(I guess that’s all the “i” I’ve got in me just now.)