I’m looking for my muse. Have you seen her? After searching for her in the usual haunts, I’ve decided she’s hiding from the daily onslaught of scandal, lies and corruption. I tried to keep her well with sleep and vegetables, but I’d find her sneaking peaks at MSNBC and reading WAPO. At first, I thought that might help, but for every hour she spent consuming TRMS she would spend three trembling under the bed. Maybe I need to let her go. Find a new muse with the muscle-mass of a body-builder and the goal focus of a raptor.
A drabble by Becky Kjelstrom
Painting by Charles Meynier