Tonight's Poet Corner: Take Thirty
Take Thirty by Belinda Roddie Christ on a crostini, I feel like I can't do anything right. The flowers I bought are the wrong hue. The tea is cold, and the cookies are stale. I may as well slink off to the bedroom and whine loudly into an extra flurry pillow. Because if there's one thing I can do perfectly, it's feeling sorry for myself.