Of course I’m not what I used to be.
Shut up! go the snapping redwoods.
Shut up! Shut up! they know.
What’s wrong with falling in love, anyway?
It’s spilt milk and we’re all allergic.
My mind is not expensive enough.
E x p a n s i v e .
Ask the trees about the binoculars.
Reminder: binoculars.
Way to beg! he says at Starbucks.
I’m just keeping my options open,
I’d be remiss if I didn’t do so.
Yesterday is all too satisfying.
One day I woke up,
the riot act was over
and I flirt. This is the flirting line.
Mine may be too little eye contact
so I sit at a table made of redwood.
Give Garwin a call.
Glad to be a chair.
David at Tully’s yells because I’m
in the wrong line.
This line is for flirting.
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
