Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

Plan B: become less obvious. It’s been said I’m good with mammals. More than that, I’m tremendous in a perceived crisis. I take control, show spunk and affirmation.

For too long, I’ve been passing through one of those periods in which significance is found only in dullness. I don’t know what I need. I need to get out of these wet leggings and into a dry Martini.

Let’s prefer these pointless days while we can. Everything is linked. Everything and nothing, to be accurate.