Cookie crumbles

As I wait for the next batch of food to arrive,From the hands of another stranger..I stare at a lonely crumb on the edge of the couch. So gruesomely brokenTorn away from the whole it once was.Just a remnant of a previous self. Useless now. A mere distraction.And just a reason for cleaning up.No longer

Bieber Fever

There’s days that I am EXTREMELY happy to be a woman. Most days, actually, but some days that happiness level gets bumped up a little bit more. Yesterday was such a day. After being cooped up in the house for way too long again work-wise (darn lockdown! <-obligatory COVID remark) I get to drag my