Quick, Where's the Octopus?

5:20 in the morning; heading out the door to catch a train to NY City. I think I have everything. Where’s the octopus? Where’s the anvil? Where’s my yellow sunsuit from childhood? Where are my uncle’s false teeth? Oh. Gotta go!

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto