I seem to have burnt my envelope, oh dear.
Now how could that have happened?
I rolled out of bed, put the iron on a curtain,
then oh…
Now the house is gone.
Family too. Went to Pittsburgh.
I have to clean this for myself.
Well, I’ll probably just hire someone;
a contractor with a crew and equipment.
I’ll go to a hotel, eat the chocolate
on my pillow. I hope it’s filled with mint.
WHARVED 