Mom, at a distance

 

 

 

 

We’ll sample then . . .

What’s the matter with it?

Then we’re sole survivors.

 

The ice is nice, but not

the furry. What are you

doing? I’ll wash the sky.

 

I don’t have a dooley and

I don’t have a doody.

As they talk, I’m talking.

 

You see it. What’s it like?

Remember? And you,

surely. All the air tales

were taken. It’s not

gaining you nut–it’s nice.

 

That baby is too small.

That, we had that.

Holy cold alias Abbas.

 

Finally. The beckles will burke.

I handled my nice land.

I think so. There’s spots on

all of it. It’s all good.

 

(Takes kitten) Come on, love,

come on home. I saw that girl.

Didn’t get gelt. That’s cute

isn’t it? He’s got something

down there. The pot ride

reuppin. Everything else with

him. Well I said it and I got

it and it’s said. They look

like the ignocholighter.

 

And a bird in the shade. She asked me

where they got it. All right. Remember

the green beans and the green

bean beans? How do you like

that Ju-Ju-Judy? The girl

is in there. The ham meat is

wonderful. Wait till you see it.

Mudder–my muddah–yeah,

man. You know what I know

with you. I’ve got writing in it.

 

 

 

 

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