Friday, November 18, 2005

Made in Heaven

She frets, "You will."
He swears, "I won't!"

He did.

Now, it's his turn to feed the baby.

He asks, "You wanna?"
She says, "DON'T

touch me!"
(They'll do it again in six months, maybe.)

He's a "tyrant."
She's a "nag."
They come together, they drift apart —
expand, contract,
ignore, react ...


Togetherness is a peculiar art.

— Ender

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