Grocery List

I love to write, when I can write. I love to be able to knit together words in a way that makes sense. But sometimes, I can't find the words. And sometimes, I don't want to stop writing. Sometimes, my stubbornness will get the best of me and eggs milk butter cheese. I always hope the right words will come back to me, and that I'll know what to say by the end of my corn potatoes bread, and if that doesn't happen, I'll continue to rice peas onions until something more appealing comes to me. But I want to do it. I want to write. I want to feel the sense of accomplishment that comes with finishing what you start. And if that means an inconsequential ice cream pancakes mass of words to satisfy the word count and my eggplant ego, then feta cheese.