Getting Small

Things keep getting smaller.
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
actually.
And crowding out
things
that now feel so small.

Easter place setting. 2012.

Meanwhile, there's a meat industry.

Also, meanwhile,

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.