The Best I Heard
I need a break from all the ennui and angst The man said as he careened out of the poetry reading and into the street. Much to be said for this observation; many hearts-on-tatted sleeves last night.
On Waking Saturday Morning
The muddle of newsy news snapped off and the flush of air elbowed its force thru the ducts, spilling chill into the room and then sighed and quieted Quiet now, I wondered what the doctor meant when he told me I had a very small cervix.