if you can't say anything nice
its probably true
you'd better close your eyes to change
the view
and i'm sitting her smoking cigarettes
and its dark on friday and i don't get
why i believed
truly, deeply,
that all this writing would be
my transformation
and all of this weekly, daily
self examination
and after i have forced myself
lighting candles, doing
prayer and meditation there comes
his voice:
hush
take things more lightly