next

and another trip
home and mom
and sick
final and paper
and christmas

If I could just check off one thing on my to do list, I'd feel better.

the unarrived guest

leave the mess and lay on the couch
scratch the kitten's belly

unhide the computer
surf the web
post this poem

my house is mine again

bare feet bare arms bare tits bare ass
no need to be decent
with myself

kitten stares
it's time for dvd
cylons won't destroy themselves
but
we could be wrong

I was supposed to have a guest for the next three nights. He found other arrangements. I am happy, because once again I am busy and need my fortress of solitude.