Goodbye, cheap rugs in bins at Ikea,
and the wood dish & cutlery drain things too,
since you don't have any of either of those any more either.
Goodbye, much hope of these
daily poetry challenges
resulting in
m
u
c
h.
Hello championship game,
M
i
c
h
-igan basketball players.
Feh. Some poetry.
It feels a little decadent, tonight, up at 2 a.m. and all. Here's to a little decadent. So far the weekend has provided both people connection and glaring lack of people connection. I do inhabit my body.
Tomorrow promises more variations on the mix, plus taking out the trash.
