Day 12. Truth is, we are our bodies. Sometimes it dictates to us, like for instance, last night I went to lie down, and literally could not get up. I could, I suppose, if I wanted, but my body remained down. So I did not get up to write a poem. Strangely I did not even feel guilty about it. If there’s any guilt, it’s all in my mind. Who would fault me for not writing? Not you. Not anyone in the whole wide world. But I’ve disciplined myself into writing this month, so here I am. I will write at any time I want to. In fact I will do any damn thing as I please. As I please. So while we’re into discipline, we’re not robots. There’s nothing robotic about doing things at your own pace. My sons are kind of like that. What’s the rush, mom? So what guilts you? Robert Brewer wants to know.