oh yeah.
you know.
home is where
the generic, instant, buttered, mashed, potatoes are.
and i can, at least, pretend i don't care
that other people keep getting in my head.
just think about potatoes.
umm. . . i'm pretty sure; yum.
then it's settled. let the oceans bleed.
and let the skies close. tomorrow,
i'm going bowling to avoid that pesky plague.
besides, i hear there are cute girls there.
someday i might talk to one. when i remember
why. i was born on the coldest day all year.
my spuds are, at least, luke-warm.