...and...

fender benders and field hockey sticks

rain and scripture

notebooks and necklaces

peace is in the last place you'd ever look:

right under your nose.

and you've locked your keys in your car.

again.

but it's not your fault, dear,

living in your head is what you do;

what i do too.

at least you come out once in a while

instead of drifting your life away

in abstract thoughts of

iPod's and snowglobes

fairy tales and biographies

poptarts and turtles

i am not an armadillo

but i could be a turtle,

if i wanted

turtles have better protection anyway

something i could use more of.

things i could use less of:

anxieties and centipedes

napkins and cookbooks

curtains and weekends

things i could use more of:

hugs and art supplies

music and dish detergent

baskets and paper cranes

do you remember me?

i've been here since the beginning

whether you noticed me or not

that's a silly statement;

i know you noticed

but do you still?

only batman knows for sure

i notice though.

know that.

when you can't find the camera battery

and she annoys you to no end

and you fear for our lives

and you just want to never leave the ice again,

i notice.

coupons and scabs

magazines and speakers

heartbreaks and self-portraits

vacuums and noticing

and i'm noticing

and i'm




and...