If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?




SC




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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.











Monday, November 5, 2012

Dear Mr. Happy (a.k.a., my penis)



     In answer to your question: No, I am not trying to chop you off. Don’t be ridiculous. I am fully aware that this has happened twice now, but I promise you, both times were accidents. Besides, if I were trying to chop you off—which I am not—I’d use something sharper than a piece of plywood.

     If it makes you feel any better, I tried to stop the board with my thumb. You should see it. Really. It’s mangled. Far worse than you. You didn’t even take a direct hit. You might actually have my thumb to thank for that.

     Anyway... that's water under the bridge now. I truly am sorry about all the swelling and bruising. Hopefully it will abate soon. In the meantime, please know that I care for you dearly, and pray that you forgive me again, and that our friendship will continue on into the years to come. I would truly miss you hanging around, despite what you might think at present. 


    S.C.       

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  2. That one made me laugh. Very visual! I can't help but wonder though, has your penis ever tried to cut you off? Perhaps your unconscious attempts on his life are a kind of subliminal payback?

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