I played “God is An American” on There Ought To Be More Dancing. I hear it in this life and the next. And today I read more of Lighthead on the train from Lenten services to Nordstrom Rack. Of course, the poems therein are framed by one that starts like this: Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and children of the state I am here because I could never get the hang of Time.        from “Lighthead’s Guide to the Galaxy” by Terrance Hayes What did I write yesterday? I felt order. Ashes on my forehead, the thought life inside is dusty and cluttered. I intend for these 40 days to straighten ‘em up. No food between 7pm and 7 am. No rice either ‘cause I’ve long pined for abs of Damita Jo. Body poems at 6am, noon and 7pm. It was a good day. The sunlight tempted me to walk through central park but I have to be more rigorous about my time. Anyway, grateful for the grand day. Grateful for a great start to the season.