He had the arrogance of Pluto. Not Mars or Venus, just a dwarf planet strumming an icy belt along the edge of the galaxy’s skirt. He scampered up the chiseled butte and atop the plateau he screamed “IT’S NOT MY FAULT!” But it was. They made her together but he had pushed and pleaded and now she was there in the vault of my body. He threw a rock and the laws of physics brought it down to the earth. The laws in the desert remained clear but the laws in Arizona were not and they careened toward an uncertain parenthood.
Sue Clayton
29/10/2022 07:58:06 am
Parenthood usually takes two to tango, and is always guaranteed to bring you back down to earth.
Cindy Patrick
30/10/2022 01:50:48 pm
A law. Making a desolate start for a life. Comments are closed.
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