Waiting for Sunset (9, on second thought...)

Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I had a look at Danny's FB page. He hasn't posted much there lately. Like the ringing in my ears. He had photos from 2010 where he was playing in a new group. I used to play with Paul, the lead singer, and James, the drummer. They are all my own voices speaking for different people.

But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. Danny needs a kidney transplant so maybe he is sick again and hasn't been online. Our lead guitarist Howie now lives in the US. I have terrible skin because of stress. Glenn died of colon cancer May 6 and I didn't know. I was busy with my own problems. My breasts don't hurt as much anymore. I have a voracious appetite.

These are why I am exhausted. One afternoon I remember I was neck-deep in the water and the tide was coming in. Danny kept asking me to practice with him. Then I'll train my dragon from a distance. And I kept saying no and no. Too bad, just when I was starting to improvise on the piano. I could play the blues.  So we're starting over. It's not easy explaining my situation. My husband is the dragon.