I Did I Really Strange Thing

It's cheaper than therapy and more entertaining than Dollywood.

The other day,
when I was feeling particularly stressed,
to the max even,
about one of my three most secrety secretest secret,
[the unspeakable, non-writable, wrenching, mother of all secrets]

I sat down at blogger and surfed far and away,
far and away,
to an un-nameable bloggy blog,
written in an undecipherable language,
to me anyway,

and opened a comment window
under anonymous
spilling my guts all over his html
in my mother tongue.

Short, brief burst.
Closed out the window.
Closed out the blog.

Never to be seen by me again.