Musings, poems, and essays from Cassandra Grace
Making the Bed and Other Futilities: a poem
I started making my bed.I haven’t done this in years. And certainly, have never done it consistently.In fact, I believe the only timeI’ve ever made my bedis when my mother specificallyrequested it of me. It just seems like such a futile thing to doif I am the only person who goes in my bedroom,and I am…
I Met My Younger Self for Coffee
I met my younger self for coffee. We were both on time. She was trying not to be too early. I was trying not to be too late. She asked if I lived on a little homestead. I told her we had an apartment for a little while but actually moved back in with mom…
