From: Jacqueline Cioffa <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: jelly beans and bed sheets Date: April 10, 2007 7:39:59 AM EDT To: Jacqueline Cioffa <email@example.com> I wrote Jellybeans and Bed Sheets some time ago. Time didn’t pause for me but the memories I still own. Jellybeans and Bed Sheets by Jacqueline Cioffa Miami, the beach sand sun moon and stars. There
No matter how many times this morning I repeated I am in fact NOT full of hate, bitter, ugly, paralyzed with fear or consumed by the crazy, I could not reason my way out. I’m a rapid cycler, I’ve been hypo-manic for weeks and yes headed towards the inevitable come down, the hideous depression and the dark.
…one must be more specific There is beauty in ice sculptures, black leaves, sand granules and zebra mussel shells Someone carved a number into the willow 251 I wonder what it meant and how long it’s become piece of the bark Are they dead and buried, the secret etched inside the tree’s history? I cannot say 251 I had