I don’t think I’m going to have anymore time to write poetry. I agreed to help write a subversive blog for a small clan of Ut’ishsih people who have lived in secret caves until recently. One of them, my friend, Zawmb’yee Nuje, was recently appointed to be temporary High Priestess, but she’s let the power go to her head. Before she went totally crazy, she turned over the Blog to me. I’ve been staying at Angela’s place after Zawmb’yee and I broke up. And by the way, Z writes good poems too. Well maybe a few more if I can smuggle them out safely.