nearing the end

if i ever

finish this nine hundred

page

book. The Red Comet,

i'll be sad.

i'll miss old Sylvia.

her mother Aurelia,

her husband, Mr. Hughes.

her father Otto,

and brother Warren,

Mrs. Prouty too.

i'll miss her days in

school.

in England and Boston,

New York too.

i'll miss

her bee keeping skills,

her journals

and letters,

the endless submissions,

her days as a nanny,

a waitress,

as a mother,

as a lover.

Her Bell Jar draft.

i'll mis her poetry.

her ambition

and her

love affair with writing.

i'll miss all of them if and

when i ever

finish the book.

only 200 more pages to go.