The Mailman and The Envelope


If I ask Him to take me to the moon, He will drive me straight up there
and tell me to sit tight.
If I tell Him I have been to the moon, He will tell me to hang in there, the road is not as narrow and clear but full of bumps and potholes, one hot air balloon festival.
I, for one, sit still looking pretty under the porch, waiting for the mailman and the envelope!

©️ Angela Aguiar

Token Trivia


The Doctor said, if he could read my mind, it would tell stories. Stories of the centerfold masquerading as a crocheted tattoo inhibited only to the naked few with a magnifying glass. A broken jar in the middle of the highway. A bycicle sticking to a goat parading a mustache with an attitude.

I tried to zoom in but it was still far. I tried to hop on the electrical cable, go through the roof, jump down the fence and land firm on the neighbor’s patio table but I was still dancing. So, I made a hole on the paper peeked through it and was told a pigeon had flown in, snatched the paper on his beak and I was out of luck.

Yup, too much for this story. Token trivia sold at your local grocerie store; it was only in his head.

©️Angela Aguiar