i cried while eating breakfast today
not fully; merely a few tears
thankfully none fell into
the poor man’s version of shakshouka
i had attempted to make
...it was already too salty
i don’t know if it was the tomatoes
or the longing for lingering
that tasted so acidic;
nevertheless it was unappetizing
i am now waiting impatiently
for the post meal edible
to hopefully lift my spirits
a pineapple-flavored emotional digestif
gymnopédie no. 1
plays on loop in my mind
satie providing the soundtrack
for a film i can’t (won’t?) stop seeing
the sun is shining
and it is beautiful
and she is beautiful
and i have to mow the lawn soon
the smell of freshly cut grass
that i far too often confuse with petrichor
always seems to soothe me
i can only hope it remains true today
i can only hope to come back greener
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