Posted in Life, Prose

My Ice Cream

My ice cream melted
down the sides of the cup
over my fingers
and onto the floor,

I just looked at it,
wondering why there was a God
that would let such things happen?

I guess, those kind of existential thoughts
were reserved for greater minds than mine

Like the weatherman, the ice cream salesperson
-and the cleaning lady…….

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My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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