lessons

No more lessons.

Please, no more.

No more she, he, they are not the ones.

No more shouldn’t have said, done, or asked that.

I think I’ve hit my lesson quota for the year.

Being brutalized for years by the cute chubby guy at McyD’s was a lesson I am still dosing myself with daily.

Then the fever dream that some would call a marriage, and every single little paper cut lessons along the way.

I can’t handle the universe’s full-time mandatory educational system much longer.

This global training could have been a life saving email.

I think I’ve learned enough.

So please no more lessons.