oh no
oh no
my monthly [or so] feeling
that i want to write
prose
here it comes
[there it
goes?]
oh no
oh no
my monthly [or so] feeling
that i want to write
prose
here it comes
[there it
goes?]
actually got some words
down
down
down
and maybe
just maybe
i can find something
to put
up
up
up
trying out a
[kind of]
new endeavor
could it become
a [kind of] new
obsession?
our little plant
has a little pot
with a little octopus sticking out the top
and it wiggles and shakes when i tappity-type-type
i should name it…
upcoming are a few days
potentially multiple days in a row with
things happening in the evening
that never happens
who am i???
practicing french in the morning
chores at noon
spending time in the afternoon and evening
with my favorite kipperdoodledo
that’s what saturdays are all about
it still makes me weepy
knowing
dogs
and how good they are
belly aches
and
too much fun
and
paying for it all the next day
nothing is set in stone
so
might as well just go with the flow
the sinus pressure
building behind my eyes
feels fizzy
like a soda pop
lightly shaken
just waiting
to gently explode