Like yesterday, I say
I won’t leave the house for
spinach seeds. We have to

make with what we have.
I’m listening to Grizzly Bear,
like yesterday. I say

my favorite song is Two Weeks–
eighth-note piano ends for vocals.
I won’t leave the house for,

at best, two weeks after. But
I can’t live on only singing.
Spinach seeds. We have to.

(originally published in Gingerbread Ritual Literary Journal, Winter 2022)