Isabelle with Floppy the donkey, Chiusdino Italy.
From one day to the next
This is not the poetry of an adventurer.
This is not the poetry of a risk taker.
These are the thoughts of a person traveling
from one day to the next
knowing mostly what that will look like
but not completely.
Remaining curious about the parts that aren't the same.
A tiny crack
in the door
of possibility.
“Sorry, not today”
My body wants to be outside today. Hiking, or running, or playing tennis. But it’s raining too hard. I tell it: “Sorry, not today”, but it doesn’t understand, and stands at the back door whimpering.
The last time I went running in the rain my shoes got soaked. I put them in the laundry room to dry out, but they never did. They got mildewy and I had to throw them away. I liked those shoes.
Things that were said
It’s 8:34 AM and I’ve already told my phone to f**k off twice because it keeps trying to correct things I’m typing that are not incorrect. Jesus. Get a life, phone.
Things that were said at the urinal in the boys bathroom in middle school:
What’s the matter, can’t find it?
If you shake it more than twice you’re playing with yourself.
When I get in my car I say out loud where I’m going and how I’m going to get there. Otherwise I start thinking about other things and before I know it my car has decided where it wants to go, which could be anywhere.
Abstruse
Word Of The Day
Abstruse: difficult to comprehend.