—Fanny Howe
How uneventful today is.
I tried to go to work,
but there was no work.
I took a look at the cat,
the purring cat. I read
a book in translation and
then in its original language.
Why I ever thought a bit
of this would ever be
of any use? The hours
continued to slip away.
I picked at my teeth
with a blade of grass.
I waited for someone
to arrive. I am waiting
for someone to arrive.
The doorbell rings
but I hear nothing
but whispers for
the rest of the day
and into the night.
