i hope that those of you who ran the half marathon had fun running. i didn't do much today and i woke up from my evening nap with a rude shock. shit, today is sunday and it's nearly over and tomorrow is the last day of the long weekend. i don't want the weekend to end. i want it to last forever.

9 poems i found on the fridge, composed by my kid sister with magnetic poetry. kinda cute, like e e cummings. p/s i already took all the kid-unfriendly words like 'breasts', 'lick' and 'moan' and 'suck' to camp and put them up. so.

skys by the diamond rock
pound at wax club
up with essential
but you incubating

she shake beneath a gown
how a cook on finger knife
stop the ache crush
play language no need away
with sweat

picture an ugly bed
those you have head
or chain mean
when we go read as gifts

i rip frantic
but fiddle me their smell
boil of but they can
forest in size of tiny
and none has it

spring rust a delicate trip
only a road about on me
write leave in ship
take it elaborate beat
next fluff pole

chocolate peaches
enormous woman
bleed honey
sweet sea
weak storm
truly sun
and raw moon

goddess is mother
chant is music
day is power
winter is beauty
rose is petal love
rain is time

are them iron-ness
watch float here
put her some part
get your lies

whisper near your arms
shine my cool vision
you do stare at death falls
under a puppy butt