Sweet and sour. It defines us…or should I say it defines you and I? I look at you and hope someday you will see what is lurking behind my eyes, waiting there, for a word or a simple touch.
Am I waiting in vain?
Whiskered cheeks…growling sounds…freckles…olympics…HMMMMMMM?

The Bat

This article appears in Feb 12-18, 2009.

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