"I can't tonight. I have to wash my hair."

and other legitimate excuses

Photo by Darcy Rose

First, a poem I wrote last night:

Relative Merits

Your softness is love.
How you differ from some pillow
that might also be soft, but not love:
A pillow would not buzz nor vibrate
nor kill someone small and rodent or winged,
nor have a broken interior, nor
ever die.

I resent people their tweets and other
temporarily popular and good-seeming
lite…