Laura the Dualist

My brother is a real live published poet. He's won international writing competitions, and he's been flown to Australia to receive awards. He's got a book deal. He is this battered cyclist's conduit to Homer's nous, to the realm of the intellect.

He recently emailed me a haiku. Someone had sent it to him, and he thought of me:

Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator

Of course he thought of me! It's only the best haiku ever!

I shared it with my BFF, who responded in kind:

I am writing you
tainted beef recall haiku
veggie up suckas

(he followed that with a New York Times editorial, "The Biggest Beef Recall Ever")

Okiedoke. Glad that "being mental" stuff is out of the way. Time to hit the gym!