Do you ever think of getting into your RV and heading west and never looking back? I ask my friend.
Her life is a series of woes, and misbegottens, have-tos, and never-wases. Drama, at full tilt.
Every time I see her she has a flat tire, her mother is in the hospital, and someone in her family just died.
Yesterday her car broke down, and none of her free-loading relatives would bring her to work.
Which was okay as she had smallpox anyway.
This morning she showed me that she is missing her face, and her hair fell off.
High drama indeed for 7 a.m.
Do you ever think of getting into your RV and heading west? I ask her.
She smiled.
Every day, she said, and I would leave my phone here.
Categories:
wases, conflict,
Form: Free verse