I remain sheltered in
place.
Haircuts are not
essential. For that reason, my hair is
the equivalent of a forest filled with an unnavigable crosshatch of toppled pines.
After a sip of coffee,
I had a long talk with my 20 pounds of housecat. We agreed not to eat any more of the mice we
catch and gak them up our carpet two hours later.
Listened to Led Zeppelin’s
When the Levee Breaks.
Devastated by the
discovery that two of my ink pens are no longer working.
The cat
approached me after my third cup of coffee.
He had that look. You know…the
one when he wants to play ‘little yellow fishy.’
Played little
yellow fishy with the cat.
—Mitchell Hegman
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