last weekend i had a dream that i was making my bed, and when i smoothed out the blankets, i uncovered a large shiny black wasp. we looked deep into each other's eyes and i woke up
today and yesterday, i walked twently-one thousand one hundred twenty corgi lengths in four degree wind-chill and twently-one thousand one hundred twenty corgi lengths in twelve degree wind-chill
for lunch i ate onions, cherry tomatoes, and collard greens dry fried in the skillet and topped with a little soy sauce and lime juice. it hit the spot
this afternoon, i am going to finish the third draft of the one poem and the first draft of the other poem while i munch on these blacknblue berries














