Still showing off
Rebecca stretched, yawned, and smiled taking in the cool fall air.
Simon handed her a cup. “Well, I’ll be.” He drew her attention to the hot air balloon gliding over the little white house.
“Did you want to do it?” Rebecca asked softly.
“It is on my bucket list. Right now, we need to be preparing for winter when work isn’t plentiful for me.” He sighed. “You?”
“No.” She looked up again. “Show off.” The silent morning was broken by what might have been someone shouting. “Do you think your high powered rifle would reach that?”
Simon was stunned. She just didn’t say that. “That would be devastating.” He choked.
“Devastating for whom?” She walked back inside the house.
Simon followed her, “please help me understand what is happening here?”
She smiled, flipping her hair. “Just voicing a thought.” She put her hand over her mouth. “Or should I sing it?”
“What?”
She left the room. Simon was confused now more than ever.
Poetry & More 
simon said to becky
with relief in his head
rosalie was dead
and simon says
is that now again
becky has had a hard life
forty seven and no uterus
a cat lady in canada
and a worker
at a canadian mcdonalds
you ll have to forgive me jo
just so
i forget
somethings are real
some are how i feel
and yours
is good fan tastic sy!
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This Rebecca is a little nuts🤨
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