I Am Thinking About It

Apples to Apples at the Hawthorne Hostel… Tea won, but her cards weren’t all flattering, as you can see.

I suck at bowling.

their ancestors having been horses, the alpacas forbid

know your path by the leaves
above the blessings of eternity
as a momentary flash of lightening

have debts
learn new things
where to make a home

it contrives a plot against you

a full hand, equal enough to make a home
will bring a good harvest
the bacon is done
the sun goes down
the moose is down

if you have a bucket of water
make a pig of you
not leave you any wine, in lost milk
will fill you

- poem entirely made up of recycled Wise and Otherwise slips

My score was 254, but alas, so was Jasons.

(she kicked my butt)