Black feathered birds--
When the mail lady arrives I hear the crows asking, "Did it come? Did it come? Did it come?" Not today, as I shut my mailbox and the scatter from the powerlines.
Today on a walk listening to another Poetry Foundation podcast, I heard an eagle screech between the lines of a Terrance Hayes poem.
Breakfast at the elementary school--
Cinnamon Toast Sticks, cereal, chocolate milk in plastic bags.
There is no doubt about it, if my cat were bigger, she'd eat me.
Things I did Last Night--
Freaked out over an itchy tag and cut a hole in my cashmere sweater. Brilliant.
My best friend is a space heater.