There was something beautiful in a very tangy bathroom today.
There is something tangy about my bedroom tonight.
I need to brush my teeth.
I need to brush up on a lot.
I enjoyed every single second with you. The lights, the naps and the times I ignored you. I enjoyed the highway and your sister. I enjoy the feeling and the fact that it’s repeating itself. I can have it now and I will have it later. I see the lights dimming. It’s happening all over again. It’s circular and I want some tea. It was all for you. It doesn’t go to show.
People are starving and joining the club. Why am I here while people are starving? What happened to the truck with the missing windshield? Why aren’t there quizzes on the side of the highway? Why does my grandfather have a point? Why can’t I be okay with what is going on? Are you on something? Where did the tables go? Why did you pull my mother over? Why don’t you love the snow? Why can’t I get the last word in? How come I don’t own a hole punch? How come only a few ask themselves questions? How come some people never learn?
I never enjoyed writing newspaper articles in school. I’m a little upset I have to teach them. I suspect I’ll enjoy teaching it once I see students writing them and enjoying it.
Short week. Here we go.


