In the romanticized part of my youth, when ideals were more important than air, my nose used to turn upwards at the idea of eating out. Now, as someone who eats cake for breakfast while the kids are asleep, I get absolutely excited when someone feeds me and I don't have to do the dishes. Sunday Brunch.

I never said

My game is better than yours

But when I'm bored with your level

I'm out. That's all

Octaves work

up to Calcium

Cool, my hurry,

pause to put things in order

just this time

She learns Russian to talk to me

Music to my ears

She doesn't choose an easy path

does she

Every morning the ocean

is in the west

And I'm wrapped in down cloth

thinking of things to pack

for sailing. Maybe berries

they're oddly useful