You're up far earlier than usual,
still stuck on yesterday's
conversations.

The hum from the refrigerator
takes you places,
perhaps Guam. Or Cairo.

What is there to do today?

A well-worn skillet beckons you,
you're drifting in a sea of frittatas.
Your bookshelves are speaking to you.

Don't speak back!
"Where did 2006 go?"
Hey, you're burning the frittata!

05/12/2010

Posted on 05/12/2010
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