Because it occurs to me that there is a connection that I have pushed so far to the back of my mind that I don’t remember what it is.
Writing
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
What’s the password?
Love,
Kevin
(25 March 2021)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Again with the stormy weather?
Love,
Kevin
(24 March 2021)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Tonight I have homemade coleslaw—no mayo!
Love,
Kevin
(23 March 2021)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Sometimes it’s the feeling that counts, right?
Love,
Kevin
(22 March 2021)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
I went to bed extra early to get more sleep, not to wake up at 3:30…
Love,
Kevin
(21 March 2021)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
I know it’s the first day of spring, but did you really have to get me up this early?
Love,
Kevin
(20 March 2021)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Is it just me, or are most sci-fi aliens just humans with a variety of severe skin conditions?
Love,
Kevin
(19 March 2021)
Pharmaceutical commercial (a poem)
I saw one of those pharmaceutical ads on TV today. It opened with people playing at a swimming pool. The first line of this poem was my first reaction to the opening images.
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
What’s with the screen shenanigans?
Love,
Kevin
(18 March 2021)
