An online journal for the poems that seem to write themselves during my day.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Odd
My wife called this morning.
The love of my life,
her message was simple.
She called to tell me I was odd.
And on consideration of her statements I can reach only one conclusion.
She is is misguided.
I am neither odd nor even.
I am zero.
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