Before sleeping I often consider
what I would do, what to be the next day.

Shall I be a mother, beautiful and delicious… flying kites in the park
as the sun sets on another unrequited day?

Shall I be a teacher, not much interested in another awakening
of a long dead language to come?

Shall I be a writer trying to meet others as lonely as myself?

Sometimes there is a strange justice, working for something….

So, I marked some English papers…..
I am exactly what I am supposed to be.