Today I was drinking beer on my lawn
By 11am.
I was building folk art
(My supplies have run out)
And listening to an audiobook.
A bee came to share my beer
Because I set it down too hard
And it goes fizzing up over the edges.
I wove a key into my hair too.
It's the apocalypse.
Time to get wild with our fashion choices.
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A Year In Poetry
PuisiHappy 2020! I will be putting one whole year of poems in this book. We'll all see what happens! A lot of the poetry I write is to help me understand the world around me. One day it might be a love poem, the next it might be about chicken nuggets. Fo...
