though, reader

Two people entered the room. Not then but one time.
They each carried a bag with contents.
I don't know what they had with them or
if we could figure it out.
I do know that I used to call the one Sin of some kind
before I
made a makebelieveshow.

They were not in the show so I don't know why I am telling you about them, you my reader who has the keen ability to flip and reverse ti tuoba gnikniht neve tuohtiw.
I know that you're with me on this because
you told me so, you said
dearly departed, we gather here today to remember not only a small person but
larger, nicer
(though not quite as nice as we all once were)
You don't remember that though, reader, because not only were you
not there
you weren't here for it either.

I've been better, she said after a night with cream sticks and colder drinking
while her sister watched out the kitchen window and we ran around a town we once were mayors of, older then before now where we feel small and just wait for the next three weeks to come.