I am absolutely devoid of ideas today. I have scratched and scratched and there is nothing. You'd think it would not be this hard...

I go to the well
& the bucket comes up dry

Sipping the dust,
I write you this...

Last night I answered Samppa's one word summons ("Out?") and we ended up crashing a chicken farmer's daughter's bachelorette party. You'd think a poem would be in there somewhere. The party was dull, dull, dull, but just saying it is fun.