Yet more confusion anxious to get working on the homework in front of me afraid to let myself down again and miss another and while completely clueless as to what to write.
Where to begin.
Where do I begin?
Where do I begin?
Be.
In.
Beg.
Gin.
Bin.
Ben.
Those are the only words I think are real.
I hear the skirting clickclick click of computer clicky click keys around the writer’s click imagination and I cannot help but envy as my eyelids fall over themselves again again and again as if they were so confused to begin as I.
Mary's One Hundred 