soul, turn the color of love

Last night was a meeting of my women's writers group. There were only two of us, which is fine. We met at a nearby Peet's, and I brought a Lorca poem, "How the Pope is Chosen" by James Tate, and "Iceland" by Dorianne Laux.

I haven't been sleeping. Last night I was awake for hours. I took an allergy pill to try to knock myself out--not sure it did anything. Maybe I've been listening to too much music. I've definitely been too social--I need to spend a few days alone (which isn't possible).

My new favorite song is "Ashes to Ashes" by David Bowie. I want to hear it over and over again.