Today in Indiana the old man comes out and looks around too long. I mean I have to get a move on with my life. The man inside of me is long dead and gone and grouped memories blossom around me a cloud of comfort and warmth. Chocolate hurts my stomach, the mixed eggs and salted meat retain my sodium levels.
The only lovely figure left is that of my sisters, Anita. Charming flowery memories purk and twurk the jelly in my belly. Advice: to move out of my own way. life is easy. It really is.
The long gray eyed man staring back at me my grandpa. He is no longer with us yet in memory he sends a message I don't deserve. Amessage to buffer and love me through his stories and ceviche.
Jewels of the war, precious gems. Thank you Jesus for another year to live better in your presence.
Love
Broken eye
