There are days
(like today)
when emails from teachers
with names beginning with
Aleph or Ayin or Chet
or long-winded reminders
via Google group
from neighbors whose
fresh-baked challah
I truly do enjoy
or the main menu
of the University’s
Babylonian student information station
all make me want to
gouge out my eyes
with aluminum skewers
left over from
last weekend’s “al Ha’Esh”
or eat Whoppers in front
of the movie Clue —
either of the three versions
released in December 1985.
Basically,
I need my information
spoonfed, please, from
the Confection Stand.
I want each request and update
to melt in my mouth like
candy did once
like Tim Curry
in 1985 before
Rocky Horror Picture Show
before heads went missing
before someone said to me,
No one moved to Israel
because it’s easy.
There are days
(not today) when
I am proud that science
has proven that my brain
works better now that it
needs to decipher whether
my daughter requested
dag or dog for dinner.
But today
I just want to suck it all
through a straw.
You have a very interesting brain, and I enjoyed it sort of free-flow musing here. Gutsy and whimsical
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Oy… Email me. I’m curious what happened today!
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