March 21, 2003
Wicked toothache today. Dentist waiting to torture me. Spring day 1 and this is what I have to look forward to. Poetry reading last night. Of course lots of war poetry. I had one, no strong political/angry statements, snapshot: my little girl, when she was a little girl, juxtaposition: child, war, innocence, war, naiveté, war, beauty, war, yadda yadda yadda. Isn't that what it all sounds like at this point, just a bunch of "yaddas." My nephew just enlisted in the Marines. Twenty, beautiful, really don't give a fuck at this point about right or wrong, death is imminent: YADDA!