All I want to do
is to go to the beach and write poetry.
Is that too much to ask?
When did adulting become a full-time gig?
When did the recycling start to reproduce
and why does the laundry take a trillion hours to dry?
It’s spring now.
It will be summer soon
So at least once we must,
we just must
go to the beach and write poetry.
The sun sent her invite.
It would be rude to say no.
Written by Sarah Speed // Writing the Good