Entry 0181

Battered blue walls in Rhode Island,

the key came on a paperclip.

A dying woman’s bed grabbed me

and laid me right down.

I curled up in the sun all morning,

wishing you were here by my side. 

My left foot hurts from running 

and I’ve got no wheels to ride.

What a great day to be alive!

The sun shined its warmth down,

just for me. 

She reserved her strong feelings,

for my screen. 

My oatmeal had a real crunch to it 

this morning. 

Life is anything but boring.

What a great day to be alive!