Point Five
I got a point five
Writing got thinner
Point five on this page
Surely is a winner
*The .7 was bleeding through the page. The .5 is good for this paper I’m writing on at the moment.
Angels in the Backyard
Down here at the ground floor
Snacking on an oily garlic bread
Watching skinny mid-riffs floating by
Not understanding what they said
Filled with food and a feast for eyes
Wipe the dripping from my chin
Unmasked for everyone to see
Central to absolutely everything
Make a mental note to self
Let no opportunity go to waste
Sat amongst the spices of life
That I may neither touch nor taste
Washed down with refreshing water
There was never any doubt
Lunch is meant for rooms like this
Fill on up and move on out
Reason
I’m proud of you – confessing my allegiance
That’s strange and unreasonable
Times past, irrelevant and small
As one gets older – one needs reassurances
Not always entirely reasonable
In order to go at all
*Re-arrangement of text from Ursula LeGuin’s ‘The Dispossessed’
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful for my pleasant relaxing weekend away from school. For a weekend of many cold showers to cool down and wipe away the sweat. For the delicious strawberry ice cream and tasty pineapple Amy prepared.
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