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I’ve agreed for a study group to write for 10 minutes a day. At least till we meet up again. So I set the timer on the stove, and here I go.

I think I agreed to write about my teaching. I have the week off, though, and I really would rather not think about what I have to do to earn these little respites while I am enjoying one.

Last night I wrote three “found” poems and submitted them to a poetry journal. I “found” the words in the dialogue of a Scarlett Johansen movie.

Here they are:

AUGUST

Malachite, vermillion, linseed oil.

You grind it with a mortar like this:

o

n

w

uoyou

rytry.

Twist from the shoulder.

Did you get the lapis? You can mix the colors.

I haven’t time.

Make time.

PRESENT DAY

Wine,
a good meal on your table,
your friends all about.
Music,
and dancing.

You shouldn’t believe gossip!

Just remember who you are.

Don’t get caught up in his world.

OPEN YOUR MOUTH

Open your mouth.

Now lick your lips.

Wear these.

Good.

Do not ask this of me!

This has to be.

Well, girl. What’s to be done?

There goes the timer!