I Didn't Eat The Mango But Ate You Instead

Today my alarm went off at 6:13am.
I got up at 6:33am, showered, made French press & ate Vanilla yogurt with nut butter granola.
I left for work.
I got hot on the subway.
I yawned a lot.
I mispronounced names in the double digits.
I watched students sleeping & thought things that will remain untyped.
My big toe pushed through a hole in my sock which caused me considerable mental discomfort.
I had another cup of coffee.
My thermal top trapped the heat & I began to sweat.
Today I ate Dal Makhani for lunch.
I over-baked the naan so it was crispy, too crispy.
I touched a mango but it was not completely ripe.
I contemplated.
I decided against eating the not-completely-ripe mango & ate your face instead.

I Ate The Mango & Then I Ate You

Today I woke up around 11.
I made myself a latte.
I made myself some oatmeal.
I put cinnamon & crushed cloves in the water, brought it to a boil, lowered flame added oats.
Simmered.
Put into a bowl with bananas and dried cranberries.
I washed my dishes; then showered.

I loafed around.
Later I took the bread loaf from the fridge & made a grilled cheese with Tuscan bread & extra-sharp cheddar cheese.
I cleaned my waffle maker.
I set-up my scanner.
I looked for things to scan then got distracted.
I read stuff in the Winter Issue of Fence.
I read some of Frank Sherlock's book, Over Here.

I did not scan, feeling restless I made French Press.
I ate a mango.
I almost ate two.
Now I eat you.

What To Do With Gray Days

Today I got the results from my ENG-099 class' ACT test results. 52% passed. That sucks. In fact, it really sucks. I generally have a 80-90% pass rate.

It's overcast outside & I am disappointed.

& I am tired.

I want to go back to bed, but feel like I should work on some poems. Finish edits on a poem long chapbooks & read at least one of the three books I need to write reviews for. I also have a friend's manuscript that I need to re-read and formulate comments on.

I am drinking coffee & hoping the caffeine will work.