the diary of anais nin

very tranquil and balanced right now.
i had been feeling very not so,
i had been reading this biography of anais nin that's like 1800 pages,
a tombtome, a paperback one,
and i was digging my own i think...wandering around looking at pictures
wondering if they're mirrors...

the beginning was nice all
about her diary keeping, being young
trilingual and in cuba

marrying young,
crushing on her cousin...

but after that promising beginning,
just all melodrama and sex,

incest,
hurting other people,
sexviolence
and it was really UPSETTING me
i see now.

biographies are fiction-non-fiction,
i should stick to one or the other.

then i was in the bath,
feeling really neither here nor there
and unsure of myself.

so i got out,
opened the front door,
and chucked the biography into the street.

now i feel really quite nice
and snug in my life.