“Do you want to play…a game?”

“Sure! Tell me what to do!”

So began another month of tedium that would forcibly shoehorn creativity into daily skirmishes determining the phony history of our relationship. This note to myself is not so much to tamp the last spadeful of humus onto the corpse of the month as it is one last hundred words of lies. If ever was lived a day of life as pure and tangible as the steel of sapphire waters or wild agave caresses, it was drawn from amongst the thirty-one with which we graced the world.

March!