a descent into poetry insanity |
| I will always appreciate the stranger, who seeing my tears as I stood choosing a card (I wanted a funny one, but all my choices were too sweet) for my father's birthday on my birthday (I was nineteen and far from home) offered a tissue, a kind word, a birthday wish, and help finding a perfect sentiment so I could go away with dry eyes again. April 22— Serio-comic dilemma |