Curtains

I ask: Who opens and closes their own curtain of life with absolute peace of mind? My curtains may be closed for a few days,As I write a sad sonnet. One that tells of a bird with a spatula for a left wing. Next week my curtain may be open at dawn. Whipping out my spatula to make French crepes. To welcome the police that I am about to call. My pills ran out. It s my sonnet. It s my spatula. You don t see me burning down your curtains because I can t deal with your mood. Create your own peace,sew your own curtain of style,and take your own pill. Ahh, Jessica, you twitchy rascal. It has been a pleasure. CHAU!