No Monsters

So I dug out "The Poet’s Portable Workshop", (In the Palm of Your Hand…..by Steve Kowit) with high hopes of forcing my muse’s return. It’s not working. I might as well as eat the book. I am impatient. Like every good addict, I want what I want and I want it now! But recovery has changed me. There are no swings….no highs and lows….I’m level. I have let go of my anger and resentments…..I weeded out the craziness and replaced it with everyday living. I go to bed at nine o’clock and make my bed most mornings….I brush my teeth and eat yogurt like the people in TV comercials. Today I went running, did laundry and made tuna salad….I thanked my HP for another day clean. THAT GIRL DOESN’T WRITE. That girl believes herself to be immune to the old monsters and demons….her head and her heart are much further apart than they used to be……but at least she is alive…..the other girl would be dead by now.