9/11/05

My sister is breaking up with her husband. Somehow, her children’s lawyer comes round to interview me as a witness, god knows why. Perhaps to see what sort of numbskull I am. At the end of the interview, which doesn’t take too long, he asks me: “what are you going to do with your life?” Not really having thought about it (I am only forty eight), and because I am a numbskull, I say: “I will be this country’s greatest ever poet.”
Why I say that, I have no idea.
But now that I have said it, sounds like it should be do-able.
Especially given my prolific silence.
And so with the above being certain
and punctuation being a thing of the past
and all things being equal
I do not expect to be published before the year 2891
Hopefully my country will still be here

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