Heavy on the metaphor, hold the mayo.
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Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Okay, I’m awake. Now what?
Love,
Kevin
(22 June 2020)
Unravelling (these caged creatures follow lines to infinity, but still don’t know where they go) (a poem)
Another phase I’m going through—until the next one.
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Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Okay, this is a little better. No sneaking in rain later in the day, though.
Love,
Kevin
(21 June 2020)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
This is summer?
Love,
Kevin
(20 June 2020)
Could you maybe? (a poem)
Lots of weird little associations and a random phrase out of nowhere add up to this (and the photo has nothing to do with any of it).
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Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Is it Friday yet?
Love,
Kevin
(19 June 2020)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
I see you’re getting a jump on summer.
Love,
Kevin
(18 June 2020)
My adult life in nine lines (a poem)
When more words won’t add anything…
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Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
The interwebs don’t seem to have any answers for this question.
Love,
Kevin
(17 June 2020)
