Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

weird the progression of days
each night when I go to sleep
when I write the date
it's one day more
it's an odd thing to note
why am I so surprised

-------------------------

in this dream
we had so many dishes, dirty dishes
and we'd gotten a ride somewhere to wash them
but we hadn't gotten them done
instead of washing dishes
we were in this garage doing laundry
there was a washer dryer in there
and a window you could see out
and see the woman who had given
us a ride come back
.
her daughter was in the garage
it was cool and dark inside
very clean concrete floor
big with nothing in there
empty that's the word
all those dirty dishes trying to
head back into the car
we used a bucket
and a Trader Joe's bag.