One year later and one month later.
Life
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Look! A whole new season for you to work your magic on.
Love,
Kevin
(23 September 2019)
The box I left on the bed in the back (a poem)
Took a few boxes of stuff to Goodwill this afternoon. Yes, I forgot one…
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Relax. It’s not Monday yet.
Love,
Kevin
(22 September 2019)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
The ironic thing is that my mom just had a new roof put on last year…
Love,
Kevin
(21 September 2019)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
I’m not feeling stir crazy, but I am already so tired of having shingles. Next time, I get the damn shots.
Love,
Kevin
(20 September 2019)
Having shingles and watching House (a poem)
They told me there would be lots of hurry up and wait…
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Misadventures dispensed with. Back to just having shingles and watching House.
Love,
Kevin
(19 September 2019)
The significance of this is not clear (a poem)
Shingles. What the hell?!
Musing (a poem)
Needs a better title…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 