My sister said
a poem can’t be a blogpost
I said ya wanna bet
watch me and I wrote
a poem and published it
as a blogpost
The thought of writing
another godawful story
makes me want to
puke although it could be
the blue corn tortilla chips
I ate for dinner
The new windows
keep out the yips of coyotes
and roars of muscle cars
They also keep in all the
noises and smells of
the other occupants
of the house