My journalism professor
used to talk to us about the
milk of human kindness, and we
knew what he meant:
Love.
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From the Rehab Center
Published November 12, 2021 by Nan Mykel
Halloo, outside world.
Nan here, reporting from the Laurels.
No one’s reading this. Oh well,
I’ll keep this secret, then.
It all started when my planet began
shedding its alternative universes,
and I emerged with intent
to return to an enlightened
old-fashioned hymn-singing
religion, in lieu of
anything more promising.
Rapidly proving ourselves unable
to steer without ending
in hog slop, I’m headed for the
Riverside, where I can wash my
sins away and study war
no more.
Animal kind has comforted itself
forever, perhaps, with fireside images
to bear the basically
uncontrollable roiling desert.
We learn in the crib that life isn’t just,
and poke fun at those who think it is.
Since I have a choice I’ll take the
New Testament, not the Old one.
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