The Mad Woman of Kansas
I wanted to paint like the mad woman of Kansas today.
I wanted to throw paints around on canvas in a swishy, squishy, messy, impolite way.
I ran out to my studio and finished up a present for a friend.
Then I wrote some poetry, and I read a book and I watched two TV shows
Which were a total waste of almost two hours of my time.
Then I ran outside to the art studio again,
But before I reached it, I saw a baby deer,
So I landed instead in my office, and I wrote a poem about him.
Then I was hungry, so I came into the house again and ate a sandwich.
But before I consumed it, I started looking for something salty.
Namely potato chips, which were hidden.
This reminded me of how irritating it is that my
Husband has transformed from a loveable slob into an insanely weird cleanliness freak,
I guessed that he had hidden the potato chips.
He was wearing his headphones and could not hear me yelling, so
I threw stuff all over the kitchen floor to show how truly and completely mad I was at that moment.
I am the mad woman of Kansas today, who is now throwing socks out of a drawer because
My feet are cold, and I am really getting grumpy. I am the mad woman
Who is never painting a thing today apparently. I know this as I settle down for a little nap.
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