Do You Know How Much I Love You?

i.

I dream lucidly about books, about being a book, on how we are all books.

ii.

I take June to school, at the Loop. The Loop is quietly exciting, quietly impressive, quietly quiet. Oh blue sky, which I have described (didactically) too many times, as fine. But it is true. You are a fine blue sky.

iii.

I race back to Oak Park, for no apparent reason.

iv.

Is it iv or vi? No, it is iv.

V.

Sweet 5.

vi.

Is it vi, or iv -- terrible is the uncertainty. I could look it up on the "Internets".

vii.

I don't.

viii.

Do you know how much I love you?

ix.

Do not delay.