Down in my warm rabbit hole…

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January is good for the soul,
Down in my warm rabbit hole.
In a pillowy bed
From toes to head
I keep myself under control.
Garrison Keillor-limerick
1/19/22

Christmas is gone and the illusion that childhood innocence can be recovered (it can’t) and we’re free of obligatory joyfulness and able to savor sadness again and relish our loneliness in this uncaring world, and the meals are penitential meals because my pants got too tight and my shirt wouldn’t button at the neck, so it’s time for celery and Ry-Krisp and herbal tea, which give a sweet sense of righteousness, which is good for vanity, feeling that the jowl is shrinking and lard that hangs over the belt is gradually coming under control and this — dare I mention it? — leads to inclinations of an erotic nature, something that disgusts you children, the thought that an old coot and his lady would commingle skin to skin and whisper and sigh and moan and even shriek for joy, but this is why we’re grateful when the Christmas guests go home and we needn’t stifle our pleasures.
February’s in view,
Two valentines, me and you,
Lie down for a nap
And whisper and wrap
Ourselves in each other
And kiss and O brother,
It’s thrilling and utterly new.

Garrison Keiller

Tongue Twister # 31 Distance#2

kitten-with-tail-curled

Head to tail
World’s apart
Meow or wail
Wag or dart

Ears point north
Tail points south
‘Cept when curled
Tongue in mouth

Upside down
Eyes blink fast
Tail uncurls
Flag unfurled

Head tucked in
Perfect spiral
Tail wrapped round
Furry gyral.

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