i doubt i can write this
in between hundreds of
papers piled up like
cow dung on my desk,
but i’ll try.

they’re entertaining,
to say the least,
almost as good as
the television show
i’m about to watch
or the burlesque show
that my husband and i
enjoyed last weekend.

but not quite enough
to make a week night
pleasurable, inundated
with extra work, reminding
me just how grateful i
need to be that only occasionally
must i succumb to others’ realities.