1. count sorrows
    count blinding love affairs
    count jagged toenail clippings
    count violent dreams fleshed out in color
    count days, nights and bottles of wine
    count each foreshortened step of mine
    but please,

    count the minutes ticked out in silence
    all in your fathers declining presence.

    — please stop counting.
     
  2. i am making a book of poems.

    it will go by the name first one to a thousand wins.  I will use the awesome internet to order copies of it.  they will be five dollars apiece and i will give to my friends as quite belated christmas gifts.  each poem will be simultaneously awesome and exaggeratedly precocious.  I will post rough drafts of them here and you can tell me what you think should change!

    Best use for a tumblr, yes.