A Letter to My Son

Hey Honey, we’ve been told that there are little bastard bugs flying through the air here from later in the evening and into the night, that carry potential encephalitis bombs. Unlike the ticks, these suckers kill rather quickly. Then of course there are the many despicable despots of whatever degree tromping around in this country or that, and don’t forget those overeager to join their ranks and create their own acts of destruction and despair. These so-called leaders are like a cockblock team against all that is good. Maybe I have that backwards and I should be talking about cockblocking them, but anyway… Here’s the thing, all of this is getting old and so am I. I don’t know when the container that carries the light within me will end up moving on, so I wanted to tell you, once again, that you are the ultimate joy of my life. Seeing the good in you is better than any antiviral advertised. Knowing you exist infuses hope into every area of my existence. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Cinse Bonino
2024