Monday, October 28, 2013

Even tinier letters.

Dear student consultations that lasted the whole of last week,

Man, you really took it out of me.

still tired,



Dear The Blacklist,

Even though as late as last week, I was still watching you, despite the fact that I really could see pretty much all of your flaws, when I read that Emily Nussbaum called you "torture porn," I now do kind of have to quit you.

sorry, but she's right,



Dear all the committees,

I am tired of your shenanigans.

now, which one of you shall I quit?



Dear fallen leaves,

When I saw you all over the back lawn, it was like the atmosphere was yellow.

you're really beautiful,



Dear harbinger of the storm,

I walked straight toward you, from meeting to meeting, and I closed my eyes and breathed you in.

I've been waiting for you,


1 comment:

Nik said...

Consultations. Life sucking. Are they worth it? I don't know. I should do more of them. The Blacklist did not feature torture this week--but was kind of lame even without the torture porn. It's not quite right, that show. And, it snowed here last night. Just a little. Enough to make me wonder where I put my hat.


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