Gushing

I’m sorry I let the pipe clog. You’re perfectly correct: I drowsed on the task. So many comets flew by, why, ¿how could I catch them all & not lose centuries in the process? I know you gave me my skin in return for keeping the pipe unclogged; but there’s mo’ to life than flesh. Please let me have mo’ than just my flesh.

That’s no ‘scuse. I dropped the dishes, & I should apologize aggressively. Sorry—for real.

But there are always mo’ pipes…