"We Interrupt This Program..."

She told me that she was leaving during an episode of Tom and Jerry, probably because we were less prone to argue during that time. How silly that a cartoon was our flag of truce—that we could put aside our differences, share a meal, and laugh at the antics of a cat and mouse pounding on each other.

The next day, after she had taken my son and left, I found myself wishing I were a cartoon.

a frisbee
on the frost-covered roof –
new year's day

Frogpond Volume XXX:2 (June 2007)

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