I am aware of this, but
I am also powerless
to theses things that expand--wait--no, it's not things keep getting smaller.
It's that I do.
And my things do.
Because things keep getting bigger
And crowding out
that now feel so small.
Easter place setting. 2012.
Meanwhile, there's a meat industry.
I just want to sing "Call Me Maybe" on repeat.
Maybe have an all "Call Me Maybe" aerobic funk jazzercise class.
Before you came into my life I missed you so bad.
I missed you so bad.
I missed you so so bad.