Sunday

She's coming over tomorrow with her second eldest.
I'm nervous.
Because we hadn't spoken since Tuesday.

She starts a job next week.

Watching A Star Is Born,
Worrying I'm James Mason.
Typecast...
Malevolent villain;
Nervous flop.

Reminded of a verse
I wrote in college.
Luxuriant blonde sat alone, with me.
Like Pinocchio was a real boy
And everything...

Hey pretty girl,
Wanna sit with me?
Hey pretty girl,
Come to set me free?
Hey pretty girl,
Please stay away!
Because I'm made of fear
And it's Sunday.

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