When the sun breaks in through the window
Please resist the urge to call the cops
The truth is we are the trespassers,
Camouflaged and under covers
Fooling no one but ourselves.
When the wind shakes the spit out of you
Please don’t shake your fist.
Don’t yell truck driver words for the neighbors to hear.
Don’t ‘fuck you’ your way through the day-
You’ve got real work to do.
When a tree root knocks you ass-up
On the sidewalk tomb it’s trying to escape
Just know that it’s just as mad,
And its voice comes out in silent, breathable waves
Saving us all in the end.
Scientists and non-scientists combined their research last weekend to determine that blueberries aren’t all that delicious after all. Gathered at a champagne brunch in Alhambra, a table of eight self-described experts in various fields enjoyed a meal of fruit-covered waffles washed down by mimosas. They unanimously concluded that the strawberries were superior, though one odd duck pledged her allegiance to peaches until further pressed.
Eyebrows raised, she smiled
Eyebrows down, she stopped
The TV interrupted
But we could never turn it off
Her chest moved, I saw it
Her hand squeezed tighter still
The machines suggested otherwise
Their humming never failed
Time stopped dead for hours
Time stuck us in our tracks
Except the woman dying
Who raised her head and laughed
As our country’s birthday approaches, I decided to make this July 4th about me and me alone, as that’s kind of the American way.
It’s been a very strange year, and I’m confused to report that I’m happy to report that soon I’ll be divorced. It’s not what I wanted, but who ever wants it to begin with? I’m ready now. I’m excited to not have to explain that I’m still kinda married when I go on dates, I’m glad to move on, and I look forward to being able to look back in peace.
So, here’s a cool GIF of me throughout this weird period, minus the first few months when I was a giant mess:
Things are gonna be ok.
Thanks to everyone who has helped and continues to help! Keep up the good work, champion!