Waking to the afternoon, having had a twenty minute
nap while sitting at the senior center.
Still feeling tired, wanting to go to sleep, still
not having had anything to eat.
Being at doctors all day, having blood drawn, getting
I.V.'s.
Anyway, here I am, still writing in spite of it, be-
cause that's what I do day in and day out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem