Mistakes

Happen,

We are only mortal,

Last Wednesday the hottest May eleventh,twenty-twenty-two,

Hottest in my sixty-four years,

Selling books they email the lables to me,

I go eight miles to the Independence,Iowa library,

Print the lables,pay ten cents,

Drive to Winthrop mail the book off pay for the envelope,

With tomorrow’s book sent off I have no money until the third of June,

At nine am I talk to a guy about Solar,

Last time I did that I was told because I rent the land under the I did not qualify for solar and the benefit of selling back unused electric to electric company,

Then go and mail with the last of money,

I have goals and asperations,

Poverty is Not enjoyable,

I hate it so much,

I hate I need to clean my frigerator,

Then I could move things from unused stove’s oven put those things in the the frig,

Turn that huge un-needed thing off,

Save that electricity and use my newish apartment size fridge.

More economy gives me more money,

I hate no food,

No money to travel,