Tonight I wasn't sure which way to go. I could write another haiku...

Lunch Today
at noon the heat came
my thoughts, sticky, wouldn't rest
you melt all the ice

but I think that might be getting old. I could post a link to an old poem you've probably never read. Or direct you to the work of other poets. I could even write something brand new, here and now, just for you.

A Card would Suffice
All your best work--
every poem like a firecracker
jammed into a cat's ass--
it's from me.
I gave it to you
in the dark.
Like another glass of wine,
like a home-cooked dinner,
like an extra cigarette I lit
and handed over,
I gave you those words.
If I hadn't made you crazy
you'd still be writing about
that one slut you nailed
in a motel fifteen years ago.
The least you could do
is fucking thank me.

Truthfully, though, all I really wanted to do tonight was post pictures of this GREAT PURSE I made!! It's my first ever purse and only my fourth or fifth ever sewing project, and I'm really proud of it. I made it using vintage fabric and a great vintage button, and it took just over an hour from start to finish. Purses and wallets are items I hope to feature on the upcoming craft site, so I thought maybe I should get started on learning how to make them. Pretty presumptuous, isn't it, to just assume I'll be able to do something without having tried? It's funny how in some ways, I have a complete lack of confidence...but in others, there's never a moment of doubt.

Anyhow, it really cheered me up to make something new (I've had..."crafter's block," I guess, for several days now), and greatly improved my mood (which has been "pretty shitty," I guess, for several days now). I promise I'm not going to turn this site into a really gay craft-blog, I just wanted to post this one little doo-dad.