that she just returned
from London
on the Queen Mary.
i tell her
i walked up
to taco bell for a breakfast
burrito this morning
in my shorts
and flip flops.
what are you doing later
i ask her.
she says, well,
after church,
tennis at the club,
maybe a round of golf.
nine holes,
go visit my horse at the barn,
and then
a stint at the shelter
to ladle soup.
i'm writing my memoirs
too, i'm still
on age three.
what are you up to today?
i don't know,
i tell her.
it's a toss up between a nap,
and a bath.
watch a rerun
on tv, but i'm nearly out
of potato chips.
if you're coming by, pick
me up a bag of the waffle
ones, sea salt. thanks.
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