Hello.  I hope you won't be leaving Xanga for good.  I'd love to comment on more of your poems, but I haven't felt very inspired to write lately, not even as a commentator.  My latest post, as a matter of fact, is nothing more than a steaming heap of lopsided bitchery about this and that.  I'll probably feel more "writerly" in the future; the other day, I was drinking a ridiculous amount of coffee thinking of how best to write three rhyming couplets in dactylic hexameter, but then I realized the lack of subject matter might have presented a bit of a problem.

I used to harbor poetic aspirations, but I think they may have died.  Somewhere along the way, I accidentally spilled a tank of Agent Orange on the rosebed of my muse, and she hasn't spoken to me since.