September 7, 2018, Prescott-
August didn’t kill me.
It was not for lack of trying.
I am, like others in my family,
that the month,
the next two or three years,
are not my swansong.
Joint pain came and was dispatched,
thanks to my chiropractor,
and a gift from a trusted friend.
Secrecy, in and around my little work family,
means nothing to me,
in terms of my getting my job done.
coming from a casual acquaintance,
who claims to know my future,
will not blunt, or alter, my life’s course.
August didn’t kill me,
nor will September.