I bust my ass at work during the week, making deals and firing key employees.
So on the weekends, I like to lighten things up a little. I like to wear something billowy, fun and girlish, and this polyester man blouse does just the trick.
Hello Saturday! Hello Man-Blouse!
I'll throw it on, and take a little adventure out into a field of wildflowers, take a seat under a droopy willow and dip my quill feather pen in ink and scribe sonnets on parchment paper.
Often a sparrow will land on my shoulder, and we’ll giggle and tell secrets.
One time, we wrote a poem about a unicorn.
Other times, I will fill my old wood cart with fresh snow peas and market them in a quaint village.
I’ll chat with the townsfolk about the potato crop, how the chimney is going up at the old schoolhouse, and whether or not Mrs. Adams, the village bicycle, is still passing that horrible strain of gonorrhea around like spinach cake at a Pilgrim Thanksgiving.
And when the sun begins to set, I’ll head back into the city, where people at restaurants scream at me for more bread.