Babysittng Hyperion
Musie, We’re babysitting again! Listen to these Titan children drone.
Carefully kept notes, maps, and charts strewn about Nia’s side of the library.
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits ain’t never made a man— True, however Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas, done already had at least one Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim.
Musie, We’re babysitting again! Listen to these Titan children drone.
Dear Josephine, The bridges. Are you seeing them? What do they mean? What are The Dragons to The Queen? Sledgehammers & spikes are heavy.
Forget the insurance premiums and extortion fees. I gotta cover the coffee. I’m moving!
Be Kind. Don’t be kindling. Many of Nia’s notes on final approach were accompanied by classical music.
Dear Josephine,
Do parasites hurt when they leave? Should I be wearing floaties? Alexa’s not talking to me.
Sometimes on The Land of Hatchy Milatchy Miss Judy would read the mail.
Sidewalk sessions in Asheville.
(Truckstop Postcards, Part II)
Turista d’la Bohemia but in Appalachia with a funky playlist.
Here’s a letter in progress. Here’s an unfinished thought. Here’s an ink, pencil, & paper writing prompt:
I’d recommend an epipen if you think spider bites might rile your allergies.
Musie, Happy Birthday! Sorry for the commas; trying to get my claws anchored into something…