1.
Hanging the truth around your neck would be lovely. I just want to call it all out. I wish I had the word, but I don’t.
2.
In guiding human behavior, I’d ask for a whistle. A whistle, only you and small dogs could hear. In guiding; in behaving, or reserving space; eventually rises a scene of the domestic:
A grocery list.
A clogged drain.
An empty pantry shelf.
A caked-up pan on the stove.
Birthing the modern domestic; birthing this day and that. It’s not the path that brings forth character; it’s the you. The you bring to it. It would break you down, but not me.
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The world lies to us. Sure, sometimes.
But, I won’t. I mean, I don’t.
3.
Getting sucked back is enough to cause a rash. To remember life was grated down, diluted, poached only to ooze all over these days. It’s hard to stay in the present.
4.
In the morning separating of yolk and white, I am happy to have my own kitchen to dirty.
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