Honk! Honk! It’s a plano divorce coming thru!
You know what I did today? That’s right, I finally did it. I got off the fence whereupon I had sat for so long, like a pigeon awaiting a crumb that would never come, and I made my way down the long and dusty street that led to the Law Office of Natalie Gregg.
She’s a family lawyer in Allen, Texas. That is near Plano, where I live (the place with the balloon festival?).
There, up in the sky! It’s someone else who couldn’t stand living with you, either.
(sigh)
There was custody. We mediated it for a while. That is called mediation. More like sedation … but hey, it could be considered collaborative law I guess.
Early one morning, there I was — just sitting in bed and wondering what color your hair was that morning. The sun used to shine so lovingly within its curls…
(That’s probably not a pattern of thought that I need to trace…)
I cannot imagine that anyone will ever see this. except perhaps some beings beyond bodies, mapping all that the embodied can type into their kinfolk.
But, if that is not the case, and fleshbound eyeballs behold these words, just know that this is not sincere. Just a matter of hittin a limit, albeit an ariitray one — that is not how you spell it but I dont care anymore.
NAymore? Claymore. A fine sword.
“She lit the burner on the stove and offered me a plate.”
Is that really a book of poems by an Italian poet from the 13th century?!?
No.
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