resizing

suddenly my house has become uncomfortably quiet
the empty spaces surrounding me in bed--catastrophic proportions
i'm getting out of here for a few days
to find me a chaos or two
and hopefully get into the kind of trouble that doesn't leave irreprerable damage
i'm collecting up some short pieces at the moment
to participate in a poetry reading this weekend
i rarely share my writing with other people
and i'm terrified at the thought of hearing the words fly out of my mouth
to be filtered and chewed like passing coffee house fare
fuck it--nobody will care
[selfishly, i'm thinking of reading this
just because i can]
but right now, i think i should go to bed
and stop thinking about all these crazy notions