Day 361: Like a rodeo bull, I spend my days charging at clowns

I took a quiz that revealed

my most often used word is "why."

My second is "people." Seems I do not

understand my species. Like a rodeo bull,

I spend my days charging at clowns.

For years I occupied the same bar

stool. Each time the tavern door opened

I felt life take a swing at me

and miss.  For years I tried to die alone.

And now I want to live long enough

to hold a grandchild. God, my father said,

is a trickster. Seems the old man

was right once again.

Comments

[anne]

Beautiful.