Thursday Poetry Post: Lightly, Very Lightly

I ducked into a gallery/because it was raining./It is always raining somewhere

Pieter de Hooch, Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest

I thought about this poem last night while I was lifting a sack full of soapy meat juice and cat litter into a Fabuloso-scented trash bag. Do you want more context?

☐ Uh no thank you

☑ Um yeah what

So, my bad habit¹ is using my panini press to cook everything. It makes everything so crispy and piping hot, so FAS…