Each month, write a new collection.
talking to theda with our pajamas on as the property brothers and other shows were turned up to the highest possible volume at her houseWe sat around and talked about deep thingsBut we also sat with the television blaringAnd traded commentary about:The good wifeCharlie roseThe local news in particular the weatherNovaAnything frenchRepublicansThe only thing we might stop and actually listen to was Fritz, the weather man.“Stop” theda would say. “We must know what to wear tomorrowWhether or not to bring an umbrella, a sunhat (though I hate hats),A sweater or a coat. “A hush would fall as I ate her berries, dark chocolate, orPerhaps I would look through the 10 shopping bagsOn the floor filled withBooks. That’s how I discovered Pessoa, Christine de PizanAnd Rumi.“Just take them,” she said.“Now let’s watch the forecast.“
Glitter paintCupcakes and party favorsBirthday mom