bits

"he played me the theme to the symphony in his head" would make quite a good start to a poem.

understood

"You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help." -Calvin

expiration date

I've gone sour and so has the milk at the bottom of my bowl. I was so good, so giddy-good for the whole of fall, but now I can't, now it's over, and the christmas is so little and I am not sure what I will do.

burning

My heart rate lately is more depending on the faces in my head, the imaginary edge of the concert hall, the music I can't quite hear.

jealous

well, why the hell would this matter?? it became a problem last year, when i wasn't there for the family, and now it's an ISSUE. it is a monkey on my back named 'i'm still not impressive! i'm still not sculpted and confident!'

poof

It's been a weird week, culminating in an exploding feather pillow and four missing socks.

pulchritude

I'm not The Best at anything, but I am very good at blowing up balloons and this.

muse

You know sometimes how music makes you thirsty?

hmm

I would like to keep improving your exits.

placebo

Today I forgot to drink the bottom half of my cup of coffee, and then when I came back to it there was a fly floating in it. I picked the fly out and drank it anyway. And I stood in line at the DMV for a very long time, but I kept occupied with my keychain Rubik's cube. Then, I took myself to the movies and bought popcorn and spilled it all over my purse. And later I fell asleep on a friend's couch and his cat woke me up when she settled onto my neck. When I came home I helped my sister and Sarah make pizza and we ate it all and watched a Bond movie and I crocheted and sipped beer and realized that the plantar wart on the bottom of my foot is becoming a problem.