Sunday Secret

I’ve always thought of the moon as mine.  Like, of all the people everywhere all over the entire world, when I am walking home or sitting on the porch or watering the plants or trying to spy on the weird new neighbor with the inebriated girlfriend, I think the moon keeps a close eye on me and smooches the top of my head in the exact way a grandmother would.

Please don’t tell anyone I told you this. Only the moon and me know.

Later Gator,
Petunia Planet

8 Comments on "Sunday Secret"

  1. I love this. But I won’t tell.

  2. Catalyst says:

    It’s our secret. Me and your shrink.

  3. The Farmer says: