SAFE TO SAY
That noose was not hanging
on the tree limb yesterday.
How did it get there now?
My best intentions were to
keep that away. Have I failed?
Cheerios and caterwauls, high-fives
and good-luck kisses. All those
people who are my pains in the
asses, here they come again.
I've shined the belly-crap out of
this silver-plate, and I swear it's
brighter now than ever. Amen to
that and let's read a book together.
Someday, baby, it's just you and me.
Over the ledge, someone has thrown
a bundle. I can only wonder what it is.