With This Post, I Thee Leave

Well, I guess this is really the end. After this post goes up, I disappear into my fairy door, and tomorrow morning when you wake up Edith will be back and the universe will realign.

While we are still here spiraling through timespace, let me just say that I have felt like a slow loris holding a tiny handbag in a discotheque these past two days. And I mean that in the best possible way.

Thank you to Edith and Cassie and David for letting me help out.

What happens to a meme deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore — 
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over — 
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

~ Morgan Burgess (hat tip to Langston Hughes, too)