Monday evening delirium set in.
“How do you grow up,
if you don't have children?”
We jump right into unfamiliar situations
“How strange it was to wait for the bus
when everybody got into their cars?”
It was increasingly rare place to stand
“I can get what I want.
And I will.”
Jesus, hold my earrings.
“You’re not going to like everything you try,
but someone else will.”
“Friendship has caused the saliva on my
tongue to thin and sour.”
C’est fini, I shall go home.