If you want to know how to avoid being caught in a mass shooting, jot down Fio's every word. First, avoid all public gatherings--graduations, rallies, music performances,sporting events. and the like Second, never go shopping, even for food. Third, stay away from all places of worship. Four, don't attend any reunions or family get-togethers. Five, build yourself a hut on a mountain top and stay there for the rest of your life. Or work your tail off to get gun control!
Fio spent yesterday afternoon going through all her old poems that she could find, although there are probably plenty more floating around the universe and a fair number, mostly political, locked away in the archives of Facebook--not that anyone cares. Poetry, especially that which is rhythmed and rhymed, is passe nowadays.
Speaking of poetry, here's Fiorella's latest of-the-top-of-her-head rhyme regarding you-know-who:
Faker, faker, call the baker
Roll him up in butcher paper
Light the oven, close the door
Cook him twice and then some more
One of Fio's few blank verse poems, written many, many years ago:
Dreams are like bubbles
That floats ever upward
Until they burst
And as they shatter
My heart shatters too