A--,
Swept my floor,
Wiped down the walls,
Organized everything,
Including Pai Pai.
A washer, in a dark yard,
where I was a night intruder,
refused to empty its grayish water,
and therefore refused to wash my clothes.
Ate a grilled cheese sandwhich--
Vella Mezzo Secco
Comte French Alpine
and significantly Aged Gouda--
until my skin, when I moved, stank.
Drank dark eternal puerh.
Stayed up late until sleep came,
and I obeyed, but not before reading
one last poem, which pleasantly evaded comprehension
at every turn.
Originally posted, 1:00 am, Wednesday morning; re-recounted Wednesday evening, 6:00pm.
