quiet
very very nice
all the noise makers
left
went to go play in the snow
not
my
thing
but this quiet
this quiet I like
didn’t get jack done
screwed off all day
and
I love it
sat around reading poetry
caught a chick flick well two actually
corena/corena man I should be whoopee
and sobbed all over again
with that damn terms of endearment
afraid
to go near the tv
suckers Off for the duration of
this glorious weekend
and the
quiet
ahhh the bliss of
no noise
the pure joy of not hearing
MOM
or
HON
can I, will you, please, now,
nothing but me and the pooches
and
a pile of laundry five feet tall
and
windows you can’t see out of
and
the sink throwing up dishes
and
a refrigerator full of talking Tupperware containers
and
and
and
I think I’ll order Chinese in
f*** it
maybe even crack open a book
heaven
life is short
and then
you get
some friggin peace and
quiet