Wednesday, September 30, 2009

__I woke up alone this morning.
Thoughts of you descended from my eyes
to splash and die in an hot tub of oil
with my eggs, sunny side up,
____and I burned my biscuits.


  1. Sounds like someone burned your biscuit for you.

  2. Oh Alix, this is embarrassing, but the poem actually has to do with nude sunbathing. I don't know what else to say except please don't tell anyone my little secret. ;-)