Crooked
…and I’m Colorado bound!
Ten thousand words swarm around my head
Ten million more in books written beneath my bed
I wrote or read them all when searching in the swarms
Still can’t find out how to hold my hands
I want to relay that, on this Christmas Eve in the morning…
– I slept in until 11, then had lunch
– My mother microwaved me a cup of Tang and bestowed upon me a sweet slice of yulekaka (which I initially said, “Hey Mom, is that yulegaga?” Clearly I’ve been listening to too much Gaga.)
– I’ve come to realization that my hair has ascended to the adherent powers of Velcro, and that in fact, it might possibly be Velcro.
– My brother is playing live video games and speaking with someone over a headset, someone who’s mother is undoubtedly concerned that their son, too, is playing Call of Duty on Christmas Eve morning. And I’m laughing, because I could never truly understand the allure of it all, and I long for the days when he’d sit around in a full diaper and play with his trains.
Ridiculous. Merry Christmas Eve!
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