Your Laughter

by Pablo Neruda

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

Misery Lit

“Misery Memoir”

*sigh*

It has a name. Should be more surprised, but too jaded.

Recurring Nightmare

…is hoping that when a meter reader finds my bones that the cops don’t wait 4 months!

Truism

“life is not printed on dollar bills…” —Clifford Odets

Ugh

is wishing my alarm clock wasn’t a bulimic cat…the vomiting as a snooze button really sucks!