this has been an awfully strange weekend

tulips and the beach and a round
of cheese with french bread in a kitchen
bright in the evening
loft time
massage hours
an avon lady named fabiola and too many
soy balls on st. patrick's day
long walks on the first day
that really felt like spring
the first omelette i ever made myself
and an email that finally justified
all those times i sided with ani and thought
one day you are going to get hungry
and most of the words you just said
rosie's diner and the waiter who looks like alec baldwin
served me a milkshake that tasted like cake
no work
no work
no work
so much work
and the complete collapse
of my superego
which i'm dying to get back