For espresso roast and breakfast casserole. For daffodils opening on the mantel. For Gaslight Anthem and Patty Griffin. For a gift bag hanging from my office door and a new scarf.
For students who showed up with near-flawless Works Cited pages. For letting me finish all my grading perched on a stool near a second-story window. For a vibrant CNF workshop. For students who wanted to stay late and talk about poems.
For mail call: David Kirby and filthy handmade Valentines. For texts in which we compare my brother's Marta commute to the journey of Odysseus. For late Christmas presents: new apron, meat mallet, grater.
For the brilliant red carnation I found in the middle of the sidewalk. For letting me pin it to someone else's door. For the first set of proofs from the editor. For Glee. For having the house to myself. For Chinese takeout.
For a tomorrow of poetry submissions and office supplies. For a good day. For a moment in between snowstorms and stacks of papers. For being Thursday.
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