119. We Have To Fix This, Her Husband Begs 🥺
Quick note if you’ve been reading along here, I’ll be finishing up on The Dossier soon (6 more posts, #125 will be my last) as I’m focussing my spare time on growing and nurturing a different personal project.
Feel free to follow along here ⬇️, or not 😊.. I support an uncluttered inbox!
Friends,
It’s a quarter to the weekend.
{Emmanuel, don’t do it!}
Here’s three things you may find interesting and/or meaningful.
1. Reading & resetting ⌛
I just finished the most magnificent book on how we work and how we actively participate in building a community and it’s completely changed how I want to navigate this world.
2. Watching 🎨
The epic life of a world-class artist, jammed into six minutes.
3. A Poem 👩❤️👨
I’ve written about my love for Kate Baer and her poetry before here, this is a poem from her new (yet to be published) book.
The Mixup - Kate Baer
In a cosmic mixup,
the wife switches bodies with her husband.
Nothing like this has happened before, she cries
as she pulls on his pants, minds the crotch,
barrels down the long staircase to an office where they call her
Bud & How About Those Steelers.
It’s upsetting, the whole charade,
except at lunch when she orders fries and no one says,
We’re so bad,
or at the meeting when she gives the room all her best ideas
and they say, Man, where have you been?
We have to fix this, her husband begs
when the wife returns for dinner.
Come here, she says, slipping off her shoes
and drawing the curtains
before she makes love to another life.
See you next weekend.
That tweet is incredible 👏😂