yesterday I woke up
with the remnants
of my dream clinging
to me like sleep…
Category Archive: Postaday
remember when your teacher used to say that?
and it was all like ‘oh no im here like next week that doesnt make sense’…
Nora wouldn’t look at Charlie.
He couldn’t know how the wind screaming at the corners of the house had already torn the shutters off her…
so ive got this great snowball technique
its called making twice as many snowballs as your opponent…
follow the directions they said
the brownies would bake fine they said…
my driveway is covered
and no one asked me if i was on board with this crap
i dont appreciate the lack of notice…
and you haven’t smiled
at me all week…
when I tell you
something in excitement
and you breathe
in that way
and purse your lips…
The neighbors
may think
I’m a weirdo,
and maybe I am…
Well, they aren’t liars
so much as they have giant
imaginations
and I fall for the tall tales…
