This morning the coffee’s stronger than ever
borderline undrinkable. Measure for measure
Patsy always overloads the machine.
“Secret to a happy life is to make it up as you
go along.” “Extemporise.” “Live on the fly.”
Someone should make a book
of Patsy’s pearls.
“All’s well that ends well,” she says.
“Method madness is a recipe for disaster.”
I’ve been boiling eggs since I was knee high.
How many hours hovering over a pot
of boiling water, counting the minutes. Four.
Dead time waiting for the toast to pop up
Sparrows chirping in the bushes while I
review the profit
and loss of my life.