A Case for the Muse

Making a Case for the MuseWell, it’s a silly thing to have to explain,making a case for the Muse,because anybody who’snavigating an insurance claimfor a fallen tree or received a speeding ticketbecause the Rolling Stones came onand you just couldn’t help but danceand you pressed so hard on the pedal.I just can’t get no, no, no, no... satisfaction.I mean anyone who forgot to renewtheir driver’s license and got turnedaway at the airportunderstands the need for amusement!Come on, just look at the text thread.You are perusing through right now.Almost every other text isasking you for something.How about the peoplewho got a hold of your phone numberand won’t stop inviting you to applyfor that job or apply for a loanthat you already qualified for or better yettell you that your mother lost her phoneand she’s trying to reach you.And she died three years ago. Rest her soul.Can you see how much the muse is needed?Can you see?If we don’t start laughing more...and soonThis whole thingwill try to convince usthat this is reality. Imagine that!And still you wonder, what if it is Mother,reaching from the other side?You light a candle for her just in caseThere is definitely a need for the Musewhen suddenly you have moredoctor’s appointments thanlong lunch dates with girlfriendswho call you darlink’ and batttheir eyelashes at you, like Marlena Dietrich.It’s just rough these days.When you finally gotinto a routine of happy hour andfound a beverage that tastes just rightand makes you chill out immediatelyand then your doctor tells youit’s going to turn to sugarand you just can’t have sugar anymore.WTF is going on here, people!And then there’s all the paperworkand the whispers of divorceand diagnosis all around youand the password hell? Don’t get me started.Right now, there’s more than one friendwho’s having delusionsand the dementia articleswon’t stop showing themselves.You can’t help but clickon that one tip that will keep youfrom forgetting your dog’s name.Do I need to convince youthere’s a need for the Muse,for goodness sakes?How about this? The reality thata woman can grow a mustache in her 50s?Uh huh. Overnight!And suddenlythere’s more hairon your inner thighs. Ew.And you’re just so gratefulif you happen to have a loverwho appreciates you gettingmore furry becausethere’s more fur coming, you know?The hair in your eyebrowsmigrated to your chin, andthat is just no good!Then there’s that innocuous molethat you like to call a beauty markthat has one black hair andone white hair growing out of it andthey seem to appear overnight andyou don’t have white hair or black hair.I mean, what the actual flying F!If you keep them there for amusement,they will eventually curl at your chin!Sometimes I wishI could talk to God andask Them about certain things.Do you have a list like this?God, do you have a moment? Please.Couldn’t you have made it so thatwe don’t have violence built into usas a possibility and we couldstill have free will?Couldn’t you have madethe instructions for healinga wound a little morereadable?Why would you allowbizarre things likeextractive capitalism to evenenter our minds?I mean, the list goes on and on, y’all.What’s on your list?Yet more than a list of complaints,I have a list ofgratitudes that runs all day long.Dozens upon dozens of anemoniesin my garden, soft magenta, yellow centers.The regal Valley Oak and thelarge Band-Tailed pigeons from California,and that the sun is shiningthrough my window, even thoughone of the trees had to be taken down,the neighbor asked me, and I did,and it’s sad, but now I can seethe mountain and the sun.The gift that when my heart is hurting,my kitty will come and sitright on top of my heartand purr without being petted.It’s far longer, the list of gratitudesthan the list of complaints.There’s definitely a need for the Musebecause amusement is medicinethat everybody needs. The muse alwaysprefers leopard over beige.She definitely has a preference forrhinestones over buttons.She really likesfried chicken and mashed potatoesin