Met with Kathleen today. She loved my poem that I turned in last week, the one without a title. She even read it in class with four other poems that wowed her this week. We talked about my writing lately and how it’s changing and I have to let it, even if that means turning away from how I used to write. She asked about “what happened,’ and I told her — very briefly — about S, about the drama, the child, the pain, how he is with me when I write. She talked about James Galvin telling her about the listener, and to make S my listener, always.