Today everything is pretty self-explanatory.
Prompt 18: “Write an ode to life’s small pleasures. Perhaps it’s the first sip of your morning coffee. Or finding some money in the pockets of an old jacket.”
An ode to life’s small pleasures
I might not know what I want to be in life,
but I’ve always been good.
Good at choosing.
I’m the world’s best couch selector.
my film list,
my location list
my photo collections
are works of art.
But what I’ve been luckiest
is my quarantine mate.
I keep telling him that.
Today when he returned from the supermarket
with everything I’d merely hinted at to wish
and so much more,
The first New Year’s Eve together we spent
in Slovenia and I was ill.
He went to buy groceries with my mother.
She returned in awe.
“He knows everything that you like
and don’t like,”
I chose big things well too.
two separate sets of headphones
are just the little things
And here, the best pot heads in the neighbourhood. And amore.