Vinyette

I don't know what is going on this week, Mr. Tree? I hurt all over and have painful sensitivity. Maybe you could just stand here, while I write some poetry? Definitely. I see me in white skates on the pond behind my house? They have shoveled so I can skate easily. One skate and then the other. I see imagery of another. I spin. I watched my sister, now I do it by myself. I spin again and fall. The clock ticks and evil makes me teeter and toter. It is too complicated today. I think I will just go in and make some coco. I lay low and watch tv. I guess this episode is good for me. I guess I was always the adult and the FCC.