Dear Covid Diary,
Can I call you that? Is that okay? I mean you probably didn’t set out to be a diary. You are just paper with lines on it the people can write on. I just am going to use for diary but if you prefer another name, let me know at some point. Hell, maybe you want to be called Pete.
Did you have a choice in how you were bound? Wow. That makes it seem sexual and all 50 Shady but you know what I mean already. I can tell. We have a bond that binds us.
See what I did there? But seriously, are you okay with the glue and stuff for a spine? The spiral thing would have been cool but I don’t see you as much of the notebook type. Besides, I would have stuck my pen in there just as storage. That would feel weird.
I guess while we are on the subject of greetings, it’s probably cool I am not dyslexic. Because then you would be a dairy.
Dear Covid Dairy,
I need eggs.
Until tomorrow,
Brian
See my Amazon author page and buy my books.
His first manuscript was composed entirely of punctuation marks and confused sketches. He's since published "Not Bukowski" (poems that don't rhyme) and "Slop and Swell from a Festering Mind" (essays so concerning that bookstores check on his wellbeing). He once spent three hours photographing a rare bird that turned out to be a plastic bag, and he's the only person banned from church bake sales for "weaponized brownies." Inheriting absurdism from Vonnegut and Adams, sprawling narratives from Irving, and weaponized failure from Moore, he writes about conflicted everymen struggling through supernatural chaos.
He has two new, offbeat novels waiting foran agent or a publisher: "Truth Tastes Like Pennies" and "Elliot Nessie."
He remains unconvinced that birds aren't surveillance drones.
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