Cherries on my couch

February 25, 2011

Her voice quavered.
I’m really, really sorry.
My antennae were up instantly.
Oh shit, this was going to be
She had drawn cherries on the couch.
I wanted to make it cuter,
she explained.
However. That’s not the big news.
This little hoodlum
was accepted into
the amazing beautiful school
where they use words like
imagination and creativity.
(Which is good, because look at those
formulaic cherries! But I digress.)
Joy and elation and confetti!
Now all we need is a financial miracle.
Will it sound strange if I tell you
that this is exactly what
I expect?

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