A Solitary Observation

When I was in high school I heard a poem that I instantly loved and memorized and have remembered ever since. It goes like this:

Solitary Observation Brought Back from a Sojourn in Hell

At midnight tears
Run in your ears

by Louise Bogan (that part I didn't memorize, I just googled the title - I love technology)

So this week, slightly from hell itself, Stomper made a solitary observation of his own:

Barf is yellow.
Throw-up is brown.

I guess he needed to make a distinction. Helpful, though gross, and now all you need to know is that we're all recovering. Only Stomper and I were really afflicted, but when mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy, right?

I'll try to not let my next post be about any type of bodily function.