Today
Is not a day to make beds.
(I knew it the minute I woke up)
Today
Is not a day for the order of things,
Erudition or ponderous philosophies—
Today
I shall live a mess on purpose.
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Prickmedainty Poetry
PoetryFor all those who broke their glass slipper and still search for stars in the shards.
The Odd-Day Motto
Today
Is not a day to make beds.
(I knew it the minute I woke up)
Today
Is not a day for the order of things,
Erudition or ponderous philosophies—
Today
I shall live a mess on purpose.
