After the CRASH, we SPENT a lot of time trying to straighten her, well, for lack of a better word, I guess I will call it a SPINE. You see, this piece of art had been in the family forever. Privately, we all hated it. But no one wanted to tell Great Aunt Tessie. I called it a “her,” but this piece of art was such a hot mess that it was only our best guess. Humanoid? Rabbitoid? Insectoid? Heck, I don’t know. It had been in the back of Jimmy’s little Fiat when he was t-boned by that big Chevy. Big American crushes little Italian – we milked that scenario for far too long. Anyway, because the car got smashed, the sculpture was bent pretty badly. At least Jimmy hadn’t been in the car when it happened. We blamed the valet who allowed that drunken guest who owned the big Chevy to park in the dark. We had to hide all this from Great Aunt Tessie, which was hard given the incident made the society page and was talked about for months.

Georg’ann

There’s a comfort in going
to the STORE. Familiar
and also new each time.
Something like SALVE,
these aisles filled as they are.
My daughter wrote a college entrance
essay about our Kroger
citing similar sentiments.
More depth here for each
of us than I have the energy
to write now for you.

Its time to SWIPE up
and clear the day away.
Do a little SPINE stretching,
take a hot shower. Off to bed
where the cat and a new book wait.

Heather