Dear Francesca,

Here are some fragments from my day:

driving past a McDonalds' that
had a signboard reading "no whiring"
as hard as it was, I refrained from whiring

trying to find some vegetarian items
getting crabby when I couldn't
getting crabby because I was bored
what a way to spend a Saturday

finding the foods I wanted
and on the way out of the grocery
watching a man put money in the skill crane machine
wondering if he would win
and who he would give the toy to
girlfriend wife daughter

sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette
in the late afternoon sunlight
while down the street the sound of
a basketball thunk thunk
against the pavement

reading poetry over the net
writing down words that flowed and carved
words like born, wound, trembling, release

and now I write to you Franney
with shaky hands I thought the side effects
of the new medicine had worn off
I was wrong

and that's my day
just an ordinary day

Yours,
Hannah Iona