No Respect for the Red Sox Cap

The Boston Red Sox cap watches me write a story about my ski patrol snow cap, and a ping of jealousy burns its soul as I unfold my heart to this snow cap and it’s heritage. It stares straight at me with puppy-dog eyes while I write my discomforts on the table I took from the girls upstairs.

It will only sit and stare at me for a moment more; once I jot down this thought I will get up to place it elsewhere, out of sight and of mind.