Friday

pack the overnight bag
put convertible top down
Aptos, here I come!

Spring Concert

ow, my ears, painful
two hundred kids blowing horns
this is not music

6:45am

alarm clock buzzes
mom sticks her head in and yells
kids still won't get up

But it's Raining

pretty gold toe nails
need air and sun to sparkle
no nylons for me

Hooky

feeling guilty sucks
early it was pouring rain
now we're missing church