National Poetry Month continues with my ‘list’ poem:
Lists for class:
Drills at school
Bring your laptop
Popcorn and fruit
Look up Rooney, philosophy of a conference.
Lists for the stable:
Boots and gloves
Lots of Pepsi
A new pack of gum, Orbit please
That special horse-skin-loving mohair cinch for Smokey’s tender hide.
Lists for home:
Alex says, “There’s nothing to eat, mom.”
I say, “I have class, homework, lists…”
Pick up more Jolly Time white kernel popping corn, eggs, that squash soup you planned to have last night, but it was gone, no time to stop anyway.
Lists, lists, lists- lists of conferences, poetry to send, a message for Jared about his stupid Alien Ware computer (aka, the lemon), that water pump that needs replaced, the oil that should have been changed, call Dion, call Peg, don’t forget dinner at Elaine’s…
Maybe I need a list of my lists, so I don’t forget which list is where and who needs what and when:
- maybe not