wanna swap a smoothie for chocolate cake with wine sauce? FOR BREAKFAST?
I washed it down with coffee and a brownie. >.>
If you were expecting these brownies to still be here when you arrive, you are wrong. <.<
Brownies, hah, your game is weak - look at what I just made:
Now that I’m free to be myself, who am I?
Cant’ fly, can’t run, and see how slowly I walk.
Well, I think, I can read books.
‘What’s that you’re doing?’
the green-headed fly shouts as it buzzes past.
I close the book.
Well, I can write down words, like these, softly.
'What's that you're doing?' whispers the wind, pausing
in a heap just outside the window.
Give me a little time, I say back to its staring, silver face.
It doesn’t happen all of a sudden, you know.
'Doesn't it?' says the wind, and breaks open, releasing
distillation of blue iris.
And my heart panics not to be, as I long to be,
the empty, waiting, pure, speechless receptacle.
—Mary Oliver, "Blue Iris," from What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems (Da Capo Press, 2002)