My studio ranks numeral uno ...
... in being a filthy ...
... mess.
Including myself.
Plan B.
As much as I
L O V E
my studio time,
I miss my little home.
My studio-mate's thesis crying-chair.
I'm not much of a cryer
but it felt good to pretend
(and to sit still for a few minutes).
I need a nap ...
and miss my bed.
I see myself sunken into those pillows, it's almost like I'm there ... but not really.
Whatever that means.
I'm just going to stare at it for a while,
o
o
o
o
o
o
remembering how
i n c r e d i b l y
comfortable
it is.
Almost ...
almost.
o
o
O
o
so sweet ...
