[It wasn't cancer]

[I have learned to nap...]

Shutting Up: [My First Excellent]

My first "excellent"
from Bookkeeper: Student Guards
fucked up. I write

Head of Student Guards:
DANGER: CIVILIZATION'S
ORDER JEOPARDIZED!

stated POLICY!
I used the word adamant.
Bookkeeper approved.

[I have a mole on the top right side...]

I've a mole on the top right back side of my head, I can't see it in the mirror.
I took a photo of it three months ago, it looked an old bald white man's brown skin blotch.
I knew if it got gruesome Earthgirl would let me know.
A dermatologist fingers my scalp next week.
I am never going to die nor suffer more than moderate colds.
Those moments of health crises have been the most peaceful of my life.
Bald middle-aged Balkan-Americans get warts you Mayflower descendants can't imagine.
I could take a photo of the mole now but I never will look at it again.

Shutting Up: [Bookkeeper out sick]

Bookkeeper out sick
Friday felt a festival.
Bookkeeper's patron

particularly
delighted in Bookkeeper's
GONE! I said nothing.

Shutting Up: Day 10

My silence has worked:
I've been pulled from committees,
my obsolescence

times my indifference.
I cannot manipulate
damn in one silo

but not another
in obligatory life:
I am who I play.

Shutting Up: Day Seven

Fuckity, shut up.
My opinions are not sought
beyond evidence

of growing dissent,
Nay! insubordination!
They're counting on me.