Hiawatha
Typing
a quick note
to all
of the assistants:
It’s finally happening!
or It’s really happening!
Sleepy
again after
some
time when I wasn’t.
Trying
to find some
time
for us to all meet
in the
rain. Maybe buy
a new
bottle of shampoo.
Feeling
so peculiar
because
I’m terrific,
slapping
my phone on-
to the
window to take
a
snapshot of the big
metal
wing as it
slices that cloud into
slices that cloud into
a
gigantic sandwich.