But

On January 1, 2013, I resolved not to cuss so much

but hell, that one went to shitsville before noon. I resolved

to not be so fussy when it comes to fiction but then

Louise Erdrich uses a phrase like ‘small-time hypocrites’

and I vowed once more that I shall keep my eyes from

worthless prose. I resolved to not coddle my kids so much

but then I remembered the ashen parents of Sandy Hook

who I betcha would plead with me to go on and coddle

like there’s no tomorrow. I resolved to wear fancier blue jeans,

maybe a pair with curly stitching on the back pockets to

draw your gaze to my rear, but then I slipped on my old

faded Levis and was sore ashamed at such adulterous

thoughts. And last but not least on the very first day of

such an august new year I resolved to not try to be optimistic,

pessimistic, or realistic; but I will gladly exclaim I did

rededicate my days to the dogged pursuit of tenderness.

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