revenge

You're up past your bedtime.
Is it because of the moon? Or is it because on the way home I ran instead of walked? Or the hour someone spent running their fingers through my hair (it doesn't happen often enough), the dark chocolate from the factory tour (who could fault me?), the newspaper clipping you slipped into my desk drawer?
I'm always dividing the world into threes.

The detox will probably take a while, and this makes sense.
My motivation--revenge--only makes sense when I'm looking backward.