PEPPERMINT

It seemed like I wrote for days and days
all about wintergreen, and in so many different
ways–very complicated and literary and sometimes
really abstract ways, too. But finally I closed my book
and put away my pen and just said to myself,
“wintergreen makes me happy.” That’s all I really
wanted to say. And I already closed the book, and
put away my pen, and I have already said it, and so
it is the best of both worlds. Aren’t we?