it was a Sunday
on top of another Sunday
on top of another Sunday
on top of anotheran another
Sunday an another Sunday an a Sunday SundaySunday yaget the pictureshe
got the picture
she took Sundays off from work fortythree
weeks agonearing
a year so they could have timethey could
have time together time for themselves
what was them
this Sunday open again
and what she got three texts the words werent significantdidnt truly matter the
three texts were comprised of twentyfour words
taggers
have done more with less
mebbe they had more to say
: : sorry for my silence
: : just been enjoying my silence
1837 hours
shed been up since 0831 the cats were getting restlessgetting
hungry they employed their not-so-subtle
ways
thank god they werent dogs
dogs arent subtle
dogs would die if they didnt have
their humanstheir Masters
but cats theyd find a way
theyd kill
somethingshe was sure if she died unexpectedly at home her cats would eat her
Jesus her friends said that’s a horrible thing to say!
she laughedcovering her mouth they werent sufficiently intimate Survival
isn’t pretty. We’ve gotten too far away from really surviving to recognise that.
Whadyado to survive?
2332, Sunday,
31 3. 19
