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Swirl’s Chewed Things: Legacy
Hello. I am Swirl.
I can hold a paperback book of hopeful essays and poems written by very nice people in my teeth ever so gently until I can get to my bed to kill it.
That’s how I would carry a puppy child, had I had one. Which I might have. I don’t know. It’s National Puppy Day which is making me feel sad and regretful about my legacy which I may or may not have.
I have lived a life with no regrets. I’m proud of the things I’ve killed and chewed. All the books and clothing. The pens and documents. Dish towels.
There is no looking back.
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Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
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“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
You are a king among kings in the land of Pica, Swirl. May you reign forever.
He will, no doubt. 🙂
What is it with dish towels? They are Max’s favorite, next random pieces of mail, paper towels, and the cat’s toys. He and Swirl can foerm a fan club.
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Oh Swirl, those are some very deep reflections today. You sound a bit melancholy. Perhaps a good long run at the dog park would help? It may relieve some stress and give you brighter emotional well-being. Killing things can be very draining I think if done too often.