today I would trade my squelchy shoes
and sodden self for warm dogs
and ticking radiators, steaming mugs
of freshly brewed, nearly obscenely
creamed coffee – there’s even, I think,
a donut on the kitchen counter
with my name on it saying stay in!
but instead it’s frizzled hair,
unending responsibilities, and rain
that managed to drip everywhere
© Sarah Whiteley
Squelchy Mondays are the worst.