My mind thought with my eyes,
it might be better for me this morning.
I barefooted around the kitchen,
opening and closing drawers
full of Knives, Forks, and Spoons.
How truly alone is it to wish for a prince.
Counter crumbs are for small mice.
Dry roses curtsy in a vase.
Stale champagne is poured down the sink.
The day has too much heaviness to be
the start of a new year.
