a poem re: change

i'm fucked.


it's been a while, i know.  


i've been busy - perhaps lazy too.


i've lost track of time.  


i don't know how long i've been in san francisco.  


or how long in this house.


or how long i've been a poet


in blood and spirit and mind.


i'm in love -


or very nearly so -


and


i'm fucked.