October 22, 2019•83 words
I'm going to be leaving the house soon. Sun is shining and bright. I need bright. Dark night. Dog barked from two. No relief in sight.
I love my mind at eleven a.m. Between heaven and hell. Oh well. A morning chardonnay is swell.
Did I misunderstand the meaning of life? Could you repeat that? I wasn't making a sleight.
I brought back the asterisk. Between the lines and lonely no more.
More later. There's always more later.