I think of my wife’s penmanship as a race Of dwarves drowning in - TopicsExpress



          

I think of my wife’s penmanship as a race Of dwarves drowning in a cursive swamp, or Lost, hands waving, as consonants rush face To face into unmitigated vowels. On the door To our refrigerator one early morning note, or A map of Tasmania with spasmodic X’s Which might mean kisses or malfunctioning T’s. Oh, Momma, Momma, why didn’t you warn me: “Never marry a woman whose handwriting You cannot read.” Full-blown capital R’s Turned on their sides. My wife has either Run off with the plumber (or is it carpenter?) To inaugurate correspondences from Paris, Or she wishes me to purchase for supper Hornet butter, three pounds of javelins, and/or One large rat to stab behind the arras. Am I holding her message upside down? Possibly. Now I shall suffer in suspense all day until night To discover the full-mouthed truth of her scrawl. – Louis Phillips
Posted on: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 11:59:00 +0000

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