Mythology
Were myths born of bedtime stories?
Attempt to get kids to stay still long enough to drift off to sleep?
BonkChonkALonk is the god of our nightly mythology.
He eats socks and underwear for breakfast
and sleeps in a bed of spaghetti with a marinara blanket and meatball pillows.
When he is sick, he goes to Dr. Silly for tickle shots,
gets hit by balloon hammers,
and kittens lick cream pies off his face.
Unanswered Questions
I don't understand how a body so large can feel so fragile,
have so many pains.
How can a body that created and nourished two human beings
need so much care
and have such a hard time keeping up with those humans?
How can the body change so much and feel so different than it did
such a short amount of time ago?
How can a mind
no longer have control
over the matter of the body it is in?
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