And I forgot to buy cat food, which means I'll have to go back within a few days. And what with Butch being out of commission it's not been a good week, so I'm especially displeased by the prospect of additional irritations. It makes me cranky. I'm not even amused by Portia, who is currently in the rafters of the garage catching and eating moths. I'm still busy missing my mouse.
Sunday Verse
Still Life – Portrait
by Pierre Reverdy
Cigarette papers papers and tobacco pouch
Life
Ought to be like painting
Still
And literature
A hairless head
Eyes straight
Comma
A flat nose a plane
On the forehead
My portrait
My heart beats
It's an alarm clock
In the mirror I'm full length
My head smokes