Monday, October 15

i'm all over the place.

i can't eat my eggs and my hand looks like a pink cushion.
my real cat sulks in the shed and i have lost the ability to type without hitting two keys at once.
my white gladioli are looking funereal and i'm covered in scratches.
i can't remember the poet's name again, i don't want to go to the post office and i can't stop googling useless things.

most of all i miss the kitten nesting in my hair.


cryingboy said...

I've been throwing nasty glances at the dirty dishes all day, but they still won't clean themselves...


comfies said...

good, good listmaking..
this writing makes me happy