How terrible of me to forget doting over
the electric piano. Trembling flowers for
tripping me up at the cinema. Close your
eyes the cheese is a little chewy. I’m ringing
today’s bells while kitty whines, wants
bedroom. Got my big box a vase and
three roses whom I’m drowsy. Comforted
down to 145 pounds of laundry. The bedroom’s
chewed up energy; folk music whimpering
back of the telephone. This business trip he’s
there’s no egg in my egg burrito!
Drowsiest 1,000 miles or so coming up. Oh
but he’s coming to see me see? Same distance
my aunt died yesterday. Closed for repairs.
I do so love him at the electric piano. How
memorable the fingertips of his dotted ears.
