Mrs. Thrush sings the morning song, cocks her lovely head exhales her spotted cleavage. Dearest friends, herein lies the solution to the world’s problems: people should find a solitary place, open their mouths wide and holler so loud that everyone knows how miserable they are, have no money, their apartment doesn’t have an elevator, the kids never write; worst of all they’re sure someone gave them the dreaded coronavirus because everyone in the supermarket (or maybe the elevator) breathed on them. Dear Heart, please make friends with Mrs. Thrush in the hope she reveals her secret for leading a happy life. She wisely counsels: never fear turning the corner

© 2020 Jennifer Brookins

Good Morning World

Wake up dear heart

the Divine Alchemist urges you to face life with boldness                              

kick up your heels, buttress up where love is concerned

give timidity its just reward… it’s made you so unhappy

start with a good bitch slap that should do it

afterward we’ll go skinny dipping

don’t be ashamed of nakedness

soul has no use for garments

woven from dark thought

Copyright © 2020 Jennifer Brookins