Improv. 5 (Week 11)

The world is cruel, a sick joke like baby bottle full of brandy at a baby shower. New kittens in dog houses Brand name babies from Mattel or fresh wheat milk from organic cows. The embrace of death, not sick enough, more like first mates in mental health or the idealism about how the world spins. How dark days always seem to end with bright nights. May the man who learned that dust bunnies and lint knots are true bliss, be awarded 10 Nobel Piece prizes.  Of skin cells buried inside of seams of jeans and locks of hair that whisper and arguments that tears at skin with quiet strings are honored. Small enough to acquit murders and big enough to generate chaos.