TheBanyanTree: Intruders

[Maria Gibson]

I wish you would just vacate my space.  I made room for all of you, I 
carved out places for you.  You mock me with your ever-increasing volume 
and take me from pleasure, oh so quickly, to guilt and then frustration 
and then straight to determination to get rid of all of you.  You spill 
from your assigned locations.  You are ignored and yet still bother me.  
That's it, I'm done.  All of you are out, breathing seems a little 
easier and there is no regret on my part.  I won't invite you back in 
the yearly durge of begging me back to your fold.  We are through.

Damn magazines.

Maria