The Tub in John & Sylvia Downstairs Bathroom: Puro New York City |
Sitting on
the pot this morning
And reading
dead Joe Brainard poems
(I miss Joe
Brainard and didn’t even know him)
I overcooked
the steel-cut oatmeal.
It still
tasted delicious.
Spring
strawberries.
Dried and
sweetened cranberries.
Walnuts.
Maple syrup.
Milk.
Oatmeal is
full of forgiveness.
1 comment:
I love that poem!
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