.
Slap
.
It was confusing. It’s
like getting on the wrong
bus and arriving at the
wrong school. It will take
a morning of frantic phone
calls for your mom to find
you. And then you still
might get a slap.
.
Well, it’s October now and I
still don’t care about baseball.
.
I feel maybe someone will give
me cartoonist trouble, holding
my life together with aspirin
and duct tape. The fish
of words will swim through all
the paper. Thanksgiving
is exactly the same up there,
except in October, and they
are still loyal to the Queen.
It’s like getting on the wrong
bus and arriving at the wrong
school.
.
Now, I have a handful of
believers. The globe shakes
its oceans off onto the table,
and it is a wonder we
construct mail boxes out of
milk cartons; we send each
other Halloween greetings…
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