I don't belittle the weather anymore by Faith Mingus

march told me he didn’t like being called the month before april and april, she told me she didn’t like being compared with may that way. all the business about showers and flowers and crap like that. i told her i would look into it and see what progress i could hinder on her behalf. i even told her i’d tally the votes if i ran a carnival horse-driven buggy brothel. which i do, so i suppose i should on her behalf. she is not a half; but b half, so i wonder if it’s productive enough for me to support her soggy butt. the melody man chimed in and said he’d try harmony for once on my behalf and i told him that i regretted ever sensoring my eyes from his mannerisms and milieu. april phoned again, in fact, and told me to take a bath. i told her i’d wait for her so we could together.​