Sympathy

I’m sorry about your saddest moment.
I’ll send you a cake with an accordion on it.
Do you want some dead roses, too?
I’ve trained these bottle-fed kittens
to mew your name in chorus.

I don’t know what else to do.
I don’t know what more you want
from me. This is not a contest
of suffering. (Your face puffs up
when you cry. Did you know that?

It’s not very attractive.) Well, I’d really
rather be going now. I have places to be,
and clothes of yours to borrow, a life
of yours to go out and live
to the fullest, dear—

to
the
absolute
utter
hilt.

 

 

So, I’m doing the PAD Challenge, but I was really not feeling today’s prompt, which was to write about your happiest or saddest moment. I feel like I’ve done both of those to death — or, I guess, one of them to death and the other to birth. But anyway, I’ve done them — and didn’t feel like doing them again. So I invented this horrible, horrible persona. Like, the worst friend you could ever have.

Hey, if it’s Tuesday p.m., check out Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. There’s probably a lot of genuine happy or sad stuff there today.

 

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18 thoughts on “Sympathy

  1. Oh, marilyn…your persona is absolutely terrible (and terribly funny) especially if someone were “crying over spilled milk” as they say…then the kittens wouldn’t get any!

  2. I completely adore this woman, in a WTF way. Anything I bump against for the next few weeks will be more easily put in perspective by remembering that she and her bottle-fed kittens do not know *my* address.

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