A curse
can be
a gift.
Any
nut-
case
or hob-
goblin
will con-
vince
you of
this. &
I con-
cur, if
but a
bit
half-
hearted-
ly. It is,
of course,
the season
when the
breeze
coming
in from
the sea
burns
with
harsh
nos-
talgia.
My
head’s
come
unclogged,
overflowing
like a
backed-
up toilet.
I wish
to be
a laugh-
ing plumb-
er. And,
like magic,
Poof!
