Sometimes you want to believe people are something that they are not. By the time you
realize who they are, it’s too late.
—Storm from the X-Men
What’s the matter,
did a cactus get
your tongue?
I could tell by the
tone of his voice
that he was having
a problem parsing
the package. He
went on with his
story, Anyway,
I could tell that
he had a little
sugar in his
trunk. At this
point I am caught
between a laugh
and what’s the
matter did a cactus
get my tongue.
Salty Wednesdays.
Groups full ot tears
and sarcasm (group
meetings, reparation,
recreation, rumination,
graduation). I won!
shouted the man at
the cash register.
We were at the
corner store. I
knew Mr. Corner.
As the winner
walked out the
door I said, Hey,
Tony, another
wiener, eh?
I cringed as
if I were the
one that was
cringeworthy.
Rama lama
ding dong,
Tony said,
unable to
discontinue
laughing,
ha ha ha
Rama...ha
ha ha lama...
etc. Happy
Humpday!
says my
gabby
comp-
anion
to nobody
and every-
body at the
same time
(it was just
the three of
us in the
store by
now, but
you could
still hear
the winner
howling his
way down
the street,
heading in
the direction
of what was
once my home
away from
home...)....
