dear Peg,

i’m sorry it’s been so long
since i wrote you. you’re right
that it’s a simple thing
which counts for more
than it’s worth. i just can’t seem
to manage even the simple
stuff – i leave groceries
in the car when they belong
in the fridge, chapsticks
chocolates deodorants melt
in the sun, table fruit
bruises and browns.
and there’s the job. and
the food on the table. and
laundry and clean up clean up –
so i hope you can see this
silence for what it is:
not entirely within my
control.

feeling like a whacked weed,
Cheryl