lunar eclipse, copper penny in the sky. everyone driving while looking up. a bunch of 'burners' in the park singing 'total eclipse of the heart' a clump of them. tomorrow night a poetry reading and I have nothing to read or wear, not even new shoes. I want red shoes or purple shoes, something with flowers or polka dots. my heart hurts so much I can't write about it. it all comes out as barbed wire and oil spill.