Dear Monday,
Let’s finish this.
Love,
Kevin
(17 August 2020)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
August 16, 2020. Elvis is still dead.
Love,
Kevin
(16 August 2020)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Sorry to be late. We got a lot done though, didn’t we?
Love,
Kevin
(16 August 2020)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
I’d know you anywhere.
Love,
Kevin
(14 August 2020)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Okay! This is Thursday, and it’s the 13th. I think I’m caught up now.
Love,
Kevin
(13 August 2020)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
I’ve finally got my days straight—so why do I keep thinking it’s the 13th?
Love,
Kevin
(12 August 2020)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
There’s always one more thing, isn’t there?
Love,
Kevin
(11 August 2020)
How to move your elephant during a pandemic (a poem)
Maybe this will have some kind of use…
Fracture? (a poem)
An incomplete musing that would brook no attempts at completion.
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
And now for a short break.
Love,
Kevin
(10 August 2020)
