Vacation with Monkey

Conversations with my innocence

A magical memoir

Jay: funny, isn’t it, Monkey?

        two tables full of ladies

                                having breakfast

and we’re all alone at a

                                separate table

 

-yupetti

 

-too many ladies scare you,

                                       don’t they?

 

-yupetti

 

-but being alone is no fun

 

-nopetti

 

-makes you sad

 

-yup

 

-being alone makes you sad

 

-yup

 

-you feel like crying, Monkey?

 

-yup

 

Darn. No tissues.

 ~~~

 Wow.

I went looking for a tissue

and saw another lady alone,

 and now I don’t feel so weird anymore.

~~~

Jay?

yes?

God: so when there are more of your kind

           you don’t feel weird, right?

Jay: right

 

God: so you need to find more of your kind, baby

 

Jay: where are they, God?

I just don’t seem to find them

 

Having breakfast with yapping ladies

is not my thing, I’m just so silent,

                        except when I talk to you

 

God: that’s something, isn’t it, Jay?

why can you talk to me

but not to the ladies?

 

Jay: because you love me,

                        because I’m not afraid of you

 

God: so you’re silent because

you feel scared and not loved

~~~

I'm silent

because i feel scared and not loved

~~~