of the storm. study guides and meaningless papers that demand my attention...
the long string that the Gods wind around a wooden toy top, i spin with great accuracy, staying in place, while blurry colors whoosh past...
the long string that the Gods wind around a wooden toy top, i spin with great accuracy, staying in place, while blurry colors whoosh past...
no use flying off the handle, dodging a 12 page take home, clearing cat shit off the metal pans...i've become the soccer mom, the colorful juggler riding a unicycle, fitting in a kitchen sweep at 11:57pm...
i'm the stick figure on a whirling zoetrope, see my hands move, watch me spin and twirl...take care not to step on the paper tail..
sitting still now, how saturday paves the way for comforter tea times and not doing much else.