So my mom showed a bunch of people the yearbook and, being her children, she liked to show everybody the pictures with us in them most. One of the pictures was at the end next to 'quietly taking over the world'. One of my friends emailed this to me in response;
"It's very easy for me to see you in a green-hair phase with your feet up on a desk and chomping on a big Snickers bar while you negotiate with your opponents about who your party's going to nominate for president and what her policies are going to be. And you keep sending Ezra out of the room to get bottled water and drag in various people for you to yell at."
Sleep has it's own cadence, it's own melody Like death, sometimes silent, sometimes rising in a beautiful harmony not quite remembered when from one form or the other you're flying....
"It's very easy for me to see you in a green-hair phase with your feet up on a desk and chomping on a big Snickers bar while you negotiate with your opponents about who your party's going to nominate for president and what her policies are going to be. And you keep sending Ezra out of the room to get bottled water and drag in various people for you to yell at."
Sleep has it's own cadence, it's own melody Like death, sometimes silent, sometimes rising in a beautiful harmony not quite remembered when from one form or the other you're flying....
No comments:
Post a Comment