Might as Well Jump

I worked on the poem today and actually did have (what might pass for) a moment of clarity. The poem is finished; it's as good as I can make it, though I'm reminded of that line from Prufrock: "It is impossible to say just what I mean!"

I'll go through the manuscript again tomorrow and put it in the mail early next week.

We put up the Christmas tree this afternoon and now the boys are dancing to Van Halen's Greatest Hits. Van Halen is such perfect little-boys-dancing music––all that preadolescent testosterone with no real object of desire.