APRIL 30, 2004 (FRIDAY)
She wonders if her mood calls for rain.
Outside, the sun shines too hotly for comfort.
She wishes for cooler climate, soothing
Somewhere where the stars shine like ice.
She wishes for distance, for black space,
A place to escape herself.
She remembers that song, talking about
Flying to the moon and back, and wonders
If she was given the chance to disappear
Into the grayness of satellites,
Should she take it?
But this talk will get her nowhere.
Frustrated, she shuffles off to the bath
Where she will drown her sorrows
In a pail of tepid water and cheap soap,
While outside the sun still rages.