Nothing gets through.Not the window opento the first sunny airafter an aggressive winter.Not the memory of last night’slovemaking, nor the joltof a navel orange,happy news from a friend,children’s peals, coffee, poetry,the Velvet Underground.That My Little Pony episodeis stressing you out. Shouldn’tyou be working on something?Guess that got through.
This needs work (shouldn’t I be working on something?!) but I’m posting anyway to participate in Kenia’s Sunday prompt to the Real Toads.