29 April, 2011  |   Comment

5 Minute Breakfast Poem

Still playing with Doobleh-vay, even though I flaked in New Orleans and just plum forgot last week. Two more on the way before April ends. I love you guys.

I pull the worry up to my chin,
snuggle down into it.

I find worrying its own
cloying
comfort.

Worry to keep bats from my hair
and ruin from my family
and all my enemies
at bay.

Worry to keep them away.

Hold me, worry.
Hold me close and keep me safe.
Safe from pestilence, illness and shame.

Comfort cancer.
Sweet comfort, my worry.


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