I think of you before I go to sleep.
I imagine your savoriness between my lips.
When I awake, you are gone.
Your bacon, egg and cheese on a buttermilk biscuit
will never be mine today.
I search and search until I find
your wrapper in the garbage.
The Boy has taken you from me
Yesterday
While I was walking the dog.
Curse you Boy and your rapid growth
Eating all of the food in the fridge
Leaving me with yogurt
Granola
Blueberries
And Kale
For breakfast.
This isn't bad
but it isn't awesome either.
This blog is about the little and big thoughts that pop into my head. I once read that when Flannery O'Connor walked into a bookstore, she would want to edit her published works with a red pen. In the digital world, we have the luxury of tweaking things up after we've hit the publish button. I can be a perfectionist/procrastinator, where waiting for the ideal means little gets done. Here I will share what is not--and likely will never be--perfect.
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