Jessica DePue
NOTE TO SELF

Hello Dear, there is no one particular or
Particularly here I have waited to write
From vacant addresses, have hesitated to address you vacantly
Sometimes there is not much muse to muster
October's mundane chill, my birthday's annual blunder

My intent being to finish Crime and Punishment
Before I am Thirty or too old to care
This indulgence strikes on rare odd occassion,
Between distilled potatoes and mashed ones
I can't keep up with where I've left off

Tonight is as usual, it porously toasts
To endless starts and predictable halts
I anticipate unfolding the peculiar strongholds
Of Raskolnikov's obsessive demise, his Russian fate
Prolonged on my bookshelf and heavy on my list

This unfinished novel refuses dismissal
The ineffable persuasions of selective perfectionism
Point me astutely towards this labor, to polish it off
To delectibly savor his erosian of character
Kept neatly beside back issues of celebrity trash

August 1, 2005 Los Angeles