for the ones who write me messages of & in loving trust*
short and sweet, and I knew it complete before I even thought it in my wide awaken rain-brain somewhere tween 1 and 4am and maybe it doesn't have a cute twist to close it up
this curse of worry for family and people I have never met pushes down the bile of my ego, my selfish vanity, what goeth before the fall, and whispers natty go back to sleep, you're ok and when you groggy rise in two hours to open the shuttered store, you be reassured, you are your own best customer and so are they and u laugh quietly, so as not to wake the worldΒ Β