P.S. Cottier #16 And enterprises of great pith and moment…

To erase all my poetry
To drown all my i-things
To throw away all my cards
To cancel my gym membership
To unsubscribe from everything
To donate my clothes to an op-shop
To find a great retro patterned dress there
To dig in my pockets for folded notes
To find a matching pair of blue shoes
To post about them on an old phone
To decide that the gym is needed
To retrieve my binned credit
To laugh at my feeble will
To write a new poem



P.S. Cottier

Title is from Hamlet.

Not the poem's shoes