Fitting that I recorded this when it was raining. I thought I would read a poem to you, as I definitely don’t do it enough. Another frequent thing to add to 2026? I think so. Here is the transcript:
I Miss Cheeseburgers
and cold pizza in the morning.
I miss the way rain feels on my skin
and being drenched to the bone.
I miss bones
and the way
I’d crack my knuckles
when it was time to get to work.
I don’t miss work.
If I could haunt my boss,
