scratching at rusty surfaces

on a cold Saturday
It's freezing, and I've left my sweater in the wash

due to tomato sauce.
But I do not mind it much, for I know sometime, or someday I'll get

a mocha, or an ice cream sundae

and it won't be worth the wait
at all
hell with it

life isn't perfect, is it?

sometimes I wonder
sometimes I know
I often wish when I wonder things I've known before
I knew them then

Confused, dearest? so it goes
it may be better to be confused
than to understand