Connective Cube

Connecting the hard edges

Quite memoir, Quite fiction.

Sincerely Okay

A horse, with some friends –
I feel closer to them than, well, most of those I can possibly
caress.

Amusing myself to death
over the pig who knows how to get people to
talk.

Is trying to talk enough? I don’t like to talk, except, people trust the word in the moment. It’s okay, I try to mean what I say.

Lazy susan – I thought it was a lazy suzy when I was a kid –
Whirls, and I pick where it stops.

Today, in my sincerity to tell the truth, I instead say
It is okay.

Even when I pick up a rotten bananas, the ones I intended for bread, I say,
It IS okay.

Okay?

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