The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

--e. e. cummings

In another title, this post would be called "My Sister is a Palindrome, or might be"

But it's raining outside.


My Sister might be a palindrome. But she might not appreciate it.
I might wear my watch right side up, so that you may read it.
I might like freshly ground coffee with only honey or only sugar and half & half. Never milk.
I'm might be reading, now, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.
I may or may not have Dyscalculia.
It might be raining outside. It might also be that my feet are FREEZING.
I might like my soup burning hot. Scalding even.
I might like you. But, I might not talk about it.
I might be in love with The Battle at Isus.
I might not be fast.
I might love the cold.
I might go puddle jumping.
I might throw Rice Krispies at you. The ones with the writable packaging.
I might sit and wonder why.