...sits on the floor behind me. When
Tracy handed it to me in Regina I complained about the weight and asked for a forklift to move it. Some of the books are mine, some Tracy's. Thanks to her I've been reading Anne Compton's
Processional while I bike. I've been trying to pedal off everything I ate at
La Bodega. While the bag of books might do the trick, I did order some
Martian Press titles just to be on the safe side. Tonight
I went shopping again. I'm not sure how many books it will take to wear off that cupcake.
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That cupcake looked a different colour from those I remember (but I might be mistaken; it's been a long time since I've even seen one). Is there a taxonomy of cupcakes? There should be a good poem there somewhere (hint).
So, is this like a commission, Pete? If so, I have a variety of baked goods (and other, less floury subjects) I'd like to commission poems-from-Brenda on...
Hmmm... hadn't thought of it like that, Ariel, but... guess it's up to Brenda now. With enough commissions (or whatever), we might yet see a new collection entitled "A taxonomy of cupcakes and other floury subjects". We're waiting, Brenda.
We're always waiting...
A taxonomy of cupcakes coming right up!
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