Burnt
Tired and worn 'round the
Edges.
Should I swim?
Should I write?
Should I apply for disability?
Should I email my mother?
Hafta walk Herm -
Herm's very clear
Make no
Mistake.
Hubby asleep -
He's goin' thru it…
Just goin' thru it
Say No More.
I opt to walk Herm and leave Hub there
Snoring and young
In that face
That I
Love.
Go for a swim…
Whole time, storm clouds brewing
Whole time thunder a here-n-there
threat
But I swim a whole hour
And I never once
Died.
Flooding ev'ry where
FOUR FEET OF WATER
Just off the Grand Central before Queens Boulevard.
Have to sit there and wait for the TRAFFIC POLICE
To get us outta THIS jamb.
I'm so happy
All alone
Listening to 'FUV
Chewing sunflower seeds...
Some indie chick singer, young like I use to be
So hopeful. Pretty
voice. Singing live in the studio.
Like I use to do.
She had a good band, too.
Like I use to have.
Like I use to have.
Get home, finally.
Hubby up, soon leaves for appointment.
I get to
Nap.
Up soon, when Hub returns.
Walk Herman again.
Make us all dinner.
I serve up some brownies
Hubby serves up some Bowie
I love my life
It's been, and continues
To be
Pretty
Nice.
To be
Pretty
Nice.
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