I'm tired of brushing my teeth,

Combing my hair,

Changing my underwear.

On these days when I feel

Like a vacant lot,

I try to think of the potential.

What lovely objets d'arte 

Could I be filled with,

Or what objet petit a?

Oh well, the fact is

It's good to have some empty days,

Then have a barn raising with the neighbors, tomorrow.

And maybe I'll feel like like brushing my teeth again

By then?

-jenn