I was grading my class’s poetry papers today — for the last time, since I’m finishing this semester and leaving teaching — and thus had to read poetry. Pablo Neruda, e.e. cummings, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Taylor Swift and her ilk.

It was nice, sitting at the window admiring the colored leaves and enjoying sad love poems.

Why don’t I ever just stop and read a poem? It would improve most afternoons, probably. Better than a snack, probably.