Six flies on the bathroom wall
Two are mating
One woolly brown moth
does the backstroke in my coffee; its the last cup in the pot.
Two dead squirrels and a bloated headless deer
flank the roads of my morning commute.
All
signs, permutations;
this is not going to be
my best day
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2 comments:
Hope your day is better than your premonition, Stacy.
Amazing that you left the "just say no" comment.
I did. I said no and got up out of the dentist's chair. I'm going to a sedation dentist. It may be weird, but it's MY weird, and I'm going to honor it.
My mom was horrified at my cowardice. Maybe that's why your comment meant so much to me. SO much. It's great to feel like someone's on my side.
Thank you.
at least the flies were having a good time of it.
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