To: You

From: Me

It was a sunny day with not a cloud in the sky, not a wrinkle in the earth. 'Twas a day of pristine beauty, of twelve-different-shades-of-wonderful. There were birds that flit bush-to-bush, and sand creatures that scattered, once uponed.

It was a day of me-without-you, however. And that made it only half a day. There were no clouds in the sky, save for the ones that hung, ever-present to balance your never-present. The earth was wrinkled and angry, it swallowed me whole. The birds flit as if to say, we are where we want to be, we are not with you, as she is not with you. And the scattering sand creatures--who knows with them?

tips for a sickie

Avoid eye contact, this is how diseases are transmitted.
Coughing should only be done behind locked doors, so the germs can't escape.
When having tea, make sure that the mug is rinsed, no one wants to know what you put in your body.
Wash your hands before, after and during every meal. that way the ingested germs will be clean.
If you must get better, do it slowly. nobody likes showoffs.
If you must get worse, do it quietly. nobody likes complainers.
Upon entering and leaving a room, make sure to throw salt over your shoulder. that way you know you still have a full range of motion.
Upon recovering fully, have a big meal. your body was just home to a lot of guests, you need to restock your cabinet.

Truth lives in us all.

"Testify!" cried the boy.
"But there was no wolf," guffawed the villagers.
The next day, the sheep were as the wind.
The boy nowhere to be found.
A note lay in the matted grass where he whiled away his days.
"test"

un-amicable divorce

bride by my side
smiles all around

bat in her hand
abuse is abound

the dream is gone
and done is done