There Be Dragons

My Dear Ms. Sessum,

Will you quit blogging such nice things about me ...

How much easier to give than to forkin' receive ...

Most people never get out from under the rainshadow of their parents' gaze ...

It's hard turf, hard to chart, hard to navigate. No maps. Lots of dark matter. A black hole or two, to marry.

Fate would bring a sweet soul into my life ...

That awful noise you hear is some rusted hinge inside. Damned Fate, prying it open again.

Yours Truly,
Zo