For Julia, In The Deep Water

I remember the first genuine live poem was John N. Morris's "in deep sea for Julia". This is about my friend Julia. Her father is a poet, and this is very strange when you are a child. With memory, Dr. Morris came to school to read this poem for our sixth grade class. This poem was first published in New York in 1976 and then published in "Glass House". After that, I thought Billy Joel named his album. Morris has posted many articles in his poetry, but he is not in our online archive.

I breathe deeply and rude and provide a brief summary of what I call Julia. I talked about an arrangement that is not type with Mann. Her tragic past and my insurance card were stolen. The Man became increasingly enthralled and refused to tell me her real name. How did he unilaterally change the girls' parenting arrangements without consulting me? At home, I pop up Xanax and sat on the sofa like a sick bird. A terrible mother's word hit my heart. If you decide she should not leave the girl, would not you think that Julia will leave? Do I really think she is a threat? Or is I just a jealous wife, afraid to lose her marriage and husband and wife's privileges?

This is 2 o'clock in the morning, I regret Xanax and wine. Regret. Is not this a drug addict? Small irony sounds sound like Julia. I opened myself from the sheets and left the bed. I am very happy, I went to the bathroom and I poured a glass of water into myself. I drank a cold liquid and gazed at the tired face. Congenital eyes surrounded by the eyes that are puffed up by the amount of wrinkles of a single hair. I am beaten by being old. I am 39 years old, but I may be 59 years old. I do not know how to survive in the next few days to a few weeks. I am overwhelmed. Sudden death