Hello Grandma

The couch looks inviting the bed
feels warm but you must not squander
the promise of the day because your
dead grandmothers would have
used the day to

tend to the plants
read a book
write a letter
make a kueh
feed a stray
sew a blouse
cook up a storm so

do not just think tomorrow you will do better
as yesterday's tomorrow is already here so don't
slot time into 24-hour buckets
blindly following the sun like sheeple
not every tomorrow holds great promise
yours might decide to not show up

Go boldly unroot yourself from the
mishmash of half-baked ideas and self-proclaimed
profound notions just kill them all. you will leave behind
nothing but ash anyway so go

make something stupid
something insane
something ugly enough to survive
something that will become a cautionary tale

something that will stir your grandmas in their graves