By Richard Brautigan
It's so nice to wake up
alone in the morning
and not have to tell someone you love them
when you don't love them anymore.
"Very cheery," said the Muse, reading over my shoulder.
"I like depressing little things like that, so you can just bite me. Now bring my slippers and pipe, it's time for some writing."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, yes, Master, your wish is my command."
"Good Muse. Have a biscuit."