This morning I think I blew my nose all over the heart on my sleeve.

It felt like a day to indulge the tragic romantic in me  so I allowed it to continue for several hours while I sang the two-line refrain that got delivered along with it. I am not a songwriter, see, and i refuse to write a poem about love, so I have countless little notebooks in which i write down all those two-line refrains, those laughing little devils that sit on the shoulders of impending heartbreak. Their giggles just get you like a finger in the ribs.