Oh, Maybe

Found a poem in the gutter 
this morning, half in the water, 
half plastered to the curb.  
It was one of many given to a 
friend to critique for me. Now 
they're scattered down the block.
Oh well.


Went inside to delete email, don't 
want things to be passing me by
like reduced rates on auto insurance. 
Just spam again.  Checked Facebook, 
no notifications, only a sympathy 
"like" on a poem posted last month.
 Oh well. 


Decided to get constructive and 
assemble that IKEA desk I bought 
for Christmas.  So tired of typing 
on the ironing board.  All that standing.
Six hours and some minor abrasions 
later- success! Only three mystery parts.
oh boy!

Wish I'd bought an office chair when
I was there.  Maybe a desk lamp, 
and a stapler!  Wish she hadn't 
thrown out my poems. Maybe
she drove off with them on top
of her car by accident. Maybe...

Wish she would call, 

or answer my emails.
Oh boy...

-dp-
10-21-12