Sometimes I can imagine my son as an ambassador. He has high functioning autism and is finding is voice as he navigates puberty. We’ve been close all these years, single mom, single boy, and while puberty is rocky, I think we will remain close. So I feel he is almost bilingual, speaking for and with both populations.
Lisa
an ambassador to the trade
she said as if he had it made
simple now all you have to do
is see this bullshit all the way through
don’t shame but pity the liars
for they burn themselves in their forest fires
I have tried to be an ambassador for you people, but you have failed to live up to my example at every turn. I have nurtured your intelligence and your hedonism, and yet still you live lives of boredom.
The ambassador knew he was just a political hack, but that didn’t stop him. He was going to use his position to full advantage. He was owed as much. Hadn’t he been a fund-raiser, money-launderer, fix-it man? He had it coming. Anything he could get, he’d take.
The ambassador’s smile stretched over his face, pulling at the corners of his mouth menacingly. The door opened, letting a chill of wind. The ambassador didn’t flinch.
Cara
I am the ambassador to a small country in Africa. I go there frequently, but it is a long long trip. I have never brought my family with me as it is somewhat dangerous.. But the place somehow feeds my soul. I bargain with the vendors for drums and beads, colorful beads that drip in long strands.
I’d love to stay in Ireland – maybe they could make me an ambassador there. I’d wear freshly pressed suits and pretend I understood Gaelic. I’d learn all the old songs and play the fiddle or the uilleann pipes. I’d drink a pint or two of thirteen as soon as the sun began to set. And then I’d finally listen to everybody’s stories – how they got here, where they’d like to do, and how they’d like to shake the paralysis from their heavy limbs.
Sometimes I can imagine my son as an ambassador. He has high functioning autism and is finding is voice as he navigates puberty. We’ve been close all these years, single mom, single boy, and while puberty is rocky, I think we will remain close. So I feel he is almost bilingual, speaking for and with both populations.
an ambassador to the trade
she said as if he had it made
simple now all you have to do
is see this bullshit all the way through
don’t shame but pity the liars
for they burn themselves in their forest fires
“anything you say, boss,” he said cheerfully, winking. “ambassador. main man. father. right-hand–”
“for the love of god, louis, shut up.”
I have tried to be an ambassador for you people, but you have failed to live up to my example at every turn. I have nurtured your intelligence and your hedonism, and yet still you live lives of boredom.
meter of all other greeters and one place with responsibility of responding to all worldly responses and stuff
Someone who goes to other countries to talk about peace and stuff.
Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
She straightened her shoulders, throwing them back in a way that was almost painful. No matter. She had to stand tall.
The ambassador knew he was just a political hack, but that didn’t stop him. He was going to use his position to full advantage. He was owed as much. Hadn’t he been a fund-raiser, money-launderer, fix-it man? He had it coming. Anything he could get, he’d take.
The ambassador’s smile stretched over his face, pulling at the corners of his mouth menacingly. The door opened, letting a chill of wind. The ambassador didn’t flinch.
I am the ambassador to a small country in Africa. I go there frequently, but it is a long long trip. I have never brought my family with me as it is somewhat dangerous.. But the place somehow feeds my soul. I bargain with the vendors for drums and beads, colorful beads that drip in long strands.
I’d love to stay in Ireland – maybe they could make me an ambassador there. I’d wear freshly pressed suits and pretend I understood Gaelic. I’d learn all the old songs and play the fiddle or the uilleann pipes. I’d drink a pint or two of thirteen as soon as the sun began to set. And then I’d finally listen to everybody’s stories – how they got here, where they’d like to do, and how they’d like to shake the paralysis from their heavy limbs.