2022/7/21 #poetry My job at the page is only to entertain myself. There isn't anyone else to take it in as I write. Perhaps later it might be read, maybe, but I might not even know it happened, and certainly don't know who it may be. But what about this is entertaining? It seems exquisitely familiar, as if I'm remembering something I read long ago rather than composing something new. Much of the writing feels that way though, and I wonder why.