Hydration
I particularly like to wear my sweater striped
in spring colors during the autumn months.
The haze last night was near miraculous
and stays with me walking you, under the
November sun, to Miller’s for breakfast
this morning. I am the
opposite of
annoyed. I am the
opposite of defeated.
Depression? A hole in
my head for
income taxes, owing over two grand.
Soothe myself I will, at Starbucks,
New Montgomery, 5:35pm.
So as to
turn the page and reassess.
To turn the
page so as to reassess.
A poem called
T-Mobile Annie in
its meaninglessnesses.
I can see it, I suppose.
And it has me
desirous to respond with one called
Credit Limit. I love our new obsession
with coconut water.
It’s March: a new
beginning. I’ve been
at odds with
romance, lately (awkward, yet
pliant, submissive).
I’ve been cold,
too; spending my time in bathtubs
or showers. Which I
do with him
almost every morning. A lovely habit.
