Waiting for Sunset (8)

Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I read about Virginia Woolf. The voices in my head seem to be that — hearing my own thoughts, like an accidental PA system. I am used to them. Like the ringing in my ears. I am used to that too. I am always part of the conversation. But I have no control over what is being said.

But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. I like the seclusion. Even here in the city, I prefer a quiet reclusive life. I prefer to swim when it is bright and sunny, then I wouldn’t feel cold. I love the heat. I should get some sunblock if I would like to go out swimming again. When I get better I’d like to go out a bit more. I’d like to take up bongo lessons.

These are why I am exhausted. I had a little corner out on the balcony in our home in Bohol. I wrote poetry and made brush poems there. My cat Earl Gray liked to stay there with me. I told my friend I’m trying to get my health back. Then I’ll train my dragon from a distance. My friend likes that. She thinks it’s funny. It’s a good metaphor that people can easily understand. It’s not easy explaining my situation. My husband is the dragon.

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Tuesday, July 1, 2014

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