Manga Popart Butterfly

Manga Popart Butterfly

Friday, May 27, 2016

Dear Diary:

So, it's Friday of a long weekend...
Memorial Day when we honor those who
served our country.
Thank you...and God Bless You!

Thunder is rolling
across the gunmetal sky
as it cries big, fat crocodile tears.
That's what my Aunt called
our whining tears as kids.

No barbecue today!

My tomatoes and squash
are laughing in neon green,
stoned on the first storm
in weeks...happy.
Lemongrass is shining...
Comfrey's pining for skin
to heal. Basil's humping
Tomatoe's stems
wanting to marry
their flavors...

Wet cats, towel-dried
meows amplified...
Drip, drip, drip of the
slowly slowing rain.
Yes, there's still pain,
but muted, like sound
through a foam bucket.
Muted is better than
loud and blaring,
bright and glaring...
endlessly hurting.

I limp.  I'm a gimp.

But, dear diary, trust me when I say,
there's a heavy price to pay...
for a tiny bit of muting...
Too heavy for mere words,
Too heavy---too, too heavy---


"How do we know that our life really happened and that we are not simply accumulating details, making it all up as we go along?” 
                                                          ― Rachel KleinThe Moth Diaries

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