about april being national poetry month
but, for some reason, this year
i have barely said boo about it...
i had good intentions
but they seem to have gone as
astray
as my firmly set goal to
be healthy and gain energy
(and really, who am i kidding...
we all know that's code for
"lose weight and fit into my clothes")...

so there is a week of
poetry month
left.

it's not too late.

i am reading
pablo neruda
and thinking about
shades of blue
and how language
can carry you
to a different place,
to a different
frame of mind...