Existential: Living the Dream

 

“Sure. I’ll buy that explanation.

Nightie night,” said she.

 

“Dreams of a simpler life, perhaps?

Dreams of classroom management magic?” she said.

 

“I’ll let you borrow my dream tonight.

I won the 4H award with my prize bull, Moo.

I trained Moo to come when I called; the judges were impressed.

Where the f*ck did that come from?!?” said she.

 

“Ugh, honey, I’m sure there’s

nothing psychosomatic about it all, ether.

*Either.

Ooh, ether…mmm…,” she said.

 

“These cramps could fell a rhino!

Damned non-reproductive uterus!

Wish my heating pad was working.

I left early, so you didn’t miss much,” said she.

 

“I didn’t mean to stand you up;

I got tired and left when the discussion was done.

The teacher has left the building,” she said.

 

 

This post is a blend of the A to Z Blog Challenge and NaPoWriMo.  To read other A to Z bloggers, click here. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem that tells a story, but the story should be told backwards.