She texted me. I was texted.
Text Ed. Textual Education.
The text said she
was going to send me
a link.
Three days later, a single
sausage showed up in the mail.
I didn't eat it, although
it smelled okay for having
been on the road for three days.
I realized for the first time
that a sausage
could be mistaken
for a cat turd.
Some epiphanies are unpleasant.
It was a little meat-log,
an analog link, I think.
I sent her a thank-you-note.
Actually it was a "thank-you-
I-think-for-the-link" note.
hans ostrom 2015
