For those who haven't heard it from me already, I'm working on cataloging all my poetry and posting it. So far I have 1992-1993, which will be posted tonight or tomorrow. Click here to see it.

In seeing all these poems, the common themes recur, the same messages repeat, and as I said to Doug and Marina--I realize I've been making the same mistakes all my life. Well, shoot. This is a wierd time. I might say more about what's happening in my life later, but for now I'll just let this new poem speak for itself.

"Skin"

I thought I could handle this,
thought my skin was somehow thicker
at this age.
Then
I read
what I said
when I was ten years younger,
I said,
“I thought I could handle this.”
But I was wrong then
and I’m wrong now.
My skin is thin
and there’s no denying it.
Even when I’m 80
I’ll still try it;
I’ll still bruise and cut myself
trying to hold something
covered in thorns,
because I’m never as thick
as I think.