Mercy. Clemency. Compassionate stance. Whims of the merciful. Starlets dawning, fawning over angsty and angry director. Sweet mashed potato humbugs looping ropes through fellow dining room table obviousness. Same day shenanigans out of the goodness of my heart. When to not be, or stop being merciful? Perhaps when you feel taken advantage of? When the counterperson across from you is not remorseful or regretful. Repeated meanness or murder. Dancing daisies in the lilypad marsh. Stones stepping alone, skipping over lake reflecting sunset. Wiser than a monk who lives at the top of the mountain. Skirmish pepper pinpricks. Wistful romantic one-liners. Poe. Incredibly saved. Brave. The baseball team, complete with tomahawks. Atlanta on an Atlas. Don’t look down. I am moving my fingers along the Ouija board. Tell me what it says. Ouija keyboard.
Roe Knows Best 