Great poems! Wouldn’t it be nice if the room could read our temperature instead?

I think I get the point about the lobster. We court attention as though this is always a good thing. And maybe here on Substack it is. But in real life… ?

As for the bus… maybe I’m weird, but I always used to get good thoughts while riding it. Like I was surrounded by the realest people the world had to offer, and nobody was judging except for possibly myself. But waiting for it… now THAT can be intolerable.

Thanks for putting up with my musings.