Kairos

This weekend I almost died twice.  Spun out on black ice twice, crashed down into a ditch the second time..... I have no rear-view mirror and I am really scared to find out what it will cost me to to replace it.   A beautiful man came and helped us out of the ditch.  I may go all Cinderella and scour Fargo looking for him.  Well. maybe not.

The end of something I wrote:

you are standing there

eyes broadcasting enough

optimism to blind me

I cannot bear your eager

hopefulness

I cannot bear your shy

wide eyed

happiness

here is your fortune:

you will fall so hard that

you will not be able to get up

you will give everything

and be left with

nothing

greedily snatched at with

grasping hands

chewed up like cotton candy

thrown away like

broken mouse

ears