A Conversation

I am very upset.

Is it the small ceramic box you dropped on the floor?

I thought so.

We will find you something new.

I would rather save the pieces.

What about a figurine?

I'm sorry I can't do that.

Teensy weensy little crow, maybe.

With an orange beak.

And yellow feet.

Maybe I could love it.

It's okay to never feel the same love twice.

Let us read aloud a novel that borders on surrealism.

You know I'd rather lie.

You're so good at it.