Is it Made of Food?

One week ago, it was six months since I kissed two precious heads.

Hundreds of people trapped. Music, singing will not stop. Messiah.

Every day, I say, “The Lord bless you and keep you both,” from afar.

Our Pandora plays Nat, Bing, Perry, Karen, and singing sausages.

First day of this month, Christmas decorations. Hey, why no Thanksgiving?

Small girl sings a song you cannot forget. Mullet. She is Billy Ray.

Always using that word you are. Mean what you think it does not, I think.

They try to spice, but the lid is not tight. Lo, much salt is on the meat.

Small witch goes inside. And again. What does she do? Tomorrow, vomit.