Beginnings

One of those days

it was a housewife kind of day
a few snowflakes drifting listlessly
through grey skies
The kind of day where you clean
your computer desktop
visit the orthodontist and talk
about the injustice of Ken Lay dying
before going to prison.
Just for the heck of it, doubling the memory
in your laptop
since you can’t do the same for your brain
The kind of day that you mail Art’s T-shirts
and the antique Christmas ornaments you always
hated to your ex-husband
The kind of day when you don’t do anything
but the day fills up somehow with stuff
the dishes still undone, the rabbit’s litter box
uncleaned and you just don’t care
one bit.