Alternative Facts
I didn’t take the trash out because I thought that it might rain. Which, of course, it didn’t, but I thought it all the same. I may have pushed my sister— sent her rolling down the hill— But I thought she was one fire— she was not, but I feel the thoughts I have were valid, and concussions go away— So all’s well that ends well, and that’s all I have to say.
Except, of course, goodbye, because I really now must go— I need to take the trash out-- It looks like rain, you know?













