The clock says one
and I’m not done…
pitiful, perfect me.
Your daughter is coming for supper tomorrow/tonight. Her boyfriend will accompany her. I’ve always seen you in him. He is also a physicist.
What makes physicists so fragile – as though a misstep may create some black hole into the personal life? What causes you to hold back and watch the world shoot forward all around you? What sorts of questions must be answered before you move from one point to another?
Why am I still up at almost 2AM writing poetry and washing lettuce? It must have something to do with the sound of running water and the repetitive motion of separating the leaves and washing them and arranging them to dry… and the heat wave.
You brought me flowers today. I never know the day of the week you will bring me flowers…I just know that every week you do. Dark dark dark red carnations this week. Carnations are my favorite flower. When the buds are so tight and green…I love to watch them bloom open and fresh and prissy.
Back to the salad. Just another set of random thoughts…This marks my second random post day within a mere week’s time 😛 Yay!