Thursday, December 6, 2012
I forgive you, Clever Passwords
I forgive you for being so clever that it gives me pain that I can never share you with anyone but Fritz.
"How in the world did you come up with that one?" he asks, with a gratifying note of admiration.
No names of past dogs, not you (well, of course, because I don't have any past dogs). But you wouldn't anyway. Little tap dances on the QWERTY table top. Mini psychodramas over the whole terrain of the keyboard. Telegraphic treatises. Poems picked out in orthographic plenty. Or not.
You are so clever I never forget you, and so I forgive you any diminishment of joy your Marlene Dietrich desire for privacy requires. xoxox