I push words around on the page like peas I don't want to eat.
Here, there and back again, I continue to move them around,
hoping a solution will eventually reveal itself or that my mother
will give up.
I was, and am, a tenacious little shit. This could go on for awhile.
2 comments:
LOL! What, you don't have a dog?
Stacy: I do not. The cats wouldn't approve and they don't like peas either.
Seems I'm going to have to finish the verses on my own.
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