the saturday i didn’t work
Matt Robinson
a wonderful(ly) empty friday night
of anticipation.
a morning of getting up
driving brother to work),
picking up coffee (43 cent tip)
at the tim horton’s
(drive-thru, of course).
then,
home to early morning sports on cable
and that nowjustright
ssssip of coffee-
23, i’m not getting any younger.
a morning of cutting
ban a n a s
and of whecat bread,
r
a
c
k
e
d
of reading a newspaper
(twice)
and some purdy poems.
somehow, i fit a shower
in there-
i’m thinking that,
just in case,
i should head to
work to check out next
wk’s schedule.
