Saturday, January 8, 2011

a new year

I had a dream that the bread was burning in the fireplace. And you had used all that was left in the house to make French toast for me.
I think it was all on account of you reading that letter that was not meant for anyone to see. I know you read the whole thing, please don’t bother telling me you stopped half way. And I know you are only trying to help but please, this can’t be helped.
I don’t think I’ll look at you for the next month an a half.


  1. At least he made the effort to make toast for you. What happens after the next month and a half?

  2. Well... after a month and a half maybe I'll have gotten over the embarrassment enough. Hopefully he'll just let it go but unfortunately that's not really in his nature...