separate

professionalism is knowing enough about the world to let go. The trick is not to let go too much. Knowing your stuff and demonstrating it are two separate hoops. One comes from love, innate ability and suffering. The other comes from luck. Mine's not good, neither is Buttercups. So we fight, we get into it like any beasts and fall asleep in separate states, in separate countries, and wake up thinking about each other like we found the holy grail and covenant. What's next is anyone's guess. What's next is the limit and then we die. Of what I've been told she will die before me because her genes have mutated and have begun to mutate her body. This started in the tear duct and traveled quickly along the nerves of her eye, cheek, dura and brain. Blunt force trauma just for showing up. I thought of hell, my education and jumped in, for her. This mutation will dictate the limits and provide the answers if we let it. And then the heat leaves the land, completely, in the cold lake winter. Bitter frozen, wet, North American cold. Bah! What's next is a guess.