Sisyphus Happy
We must imagine Sisyphus happy.
Sisyphus ducked under his boulder
And rested it against his shoulder.
He said with a grin,
"Looks like I win.
And I never look a day older."
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Eric Dovigi
I am a writer and musician living in Arizona. I write about weird specific emotions I feel. I didn't like high school. I eat out too much. I stand 5'11" in basketball shoes.
Twitter: @DovigiEric
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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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Haha Great piece ✨❤️😉❗
Awesome as always!