doing things

some foggy saturdays i think,
"i am going to do a lot of things today,
and my last thoughts before i fall asleep
will be pure admiration of my own productivity."

so today
i sewed a button onto my coat
clipped my toenails
taped up a photo on my desk
rewound some tousled twine
blew my nose 86 times
listened to this song 86 times
ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
had conversations
lined up my shoes in a row under the bed

and decided that i would fall asleep
admiring something other than my own productivity,
like foggy saturdays in general
and the smooth restraint of tidy toenails in particular,
because those things are usually better
than homework anyway,
and also because the notion of "my own productivity"
has not yet made an appearance in reality.

duh!