Today I wore both a shirt and shorts all day. I made up for it by not buttoning or zipping the shorts once, not even when I answered the door for Instacart.
I hardboiled eggs without forgetting that I was boiling eggs and letting them burn and explode.
I paid two bills and piled the rest in my inbox so the mail table would look empty.
I unearthed my 2003 chapbook, The Slippery Leather Couch, named for the night I slept on a leather couch with a man with whom I’d just had a bunch of sex on said couch. I’d sent it out to maybe three publishers before getting frustrated and dropping it. Most of the poems are shit but some are redeemable. I’m trying to get organized.
I’m trying to get organized while focusing on one task at a time and aiming for it to be the proper task, the task my true and present self wants to focus on.
I meditated for the second day in a row.
I played musical chairs with the new knobs in the kitchen, some of which I’d nipped so close with my bolt cutters that they don’t fit on their intended doors. It’s just so FUN to cut metal with your eyes closed so you don’t shoot your eye out while the flying metal lands where it will for you to step on in the coming weeks. I’m going to have to order more knobs. And maybe some safety glasses.
I had yellow-lensed glasses in the late 90s. Remember that? I think I had blue, too.
I am so sorry for everything. I am so sorry for our world.
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