Offering XXII: Reading Joan Didion

March 15, 2025

a.

My own death looms handsomely

morbidly shockingly suicidally

on some horizon or other

The issuing of self pity leaping up and down upside down

Insistently repeatedly shrieking

"He is nowhere to be found!"

b.

The mind in flight

prone to suggestibility

guided by idiots

gladly receiving the wisdom of cowards

Pulling the leash of time

digging in its heels

demanding all things from you