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.
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.
Omg, fascinating. Thing’s like a mobile that keeps hitting me in the head. Loved every butter-covered blow.
It’s a little mind-trippy, huh? (Butter-covered makes me think of movie popcorn and the oil stains it leaves behind when you drop it on your t-shirt.)
No, soft like butter, cow butter, soft, fat, golden yellow, home spun, cow brung butter.
Mmmmm, love these words! Soft, golden, homespun, cow-brung!