Sunday, April 17, 2011

All in a Day

Today I played the violin
I wiped the counter
Broke a ten

I ate a fruit 
I boiled water
Washed and dried
And drove
And plotted

Wrote and read
Climbed out of bed
out of sheets that felt like butter
only better 
warmer
softer

Left the sheets turned inside out
for jeans and slippers
pins and pouch
blackened goop 
and powdered rouge
and music that was out of tune
For conversations
papers
pens-

I wiped the counter
Broke a ten
Today I played the violin

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