Rebels

I poked holes in my socks

because good thinking requires

to be 5 steps ahead of the other player.

“What a rebel, what a rebel!” we screamed

when you opened your trench coat and pulled out

a fork for the French onion soup.

Was it one of your mad diets where

You can only chew your food but not swallow it?

You cried the other night because

unicorns were not real and your tax code didn’t exist anymore,

oh, what a perfect reason for a cry-fest.

You said “cry-fest” was not a word and I insisted anything

I say out loud becomes one.

It stank like decomposing rats in our kitchen

and we didn’t try to find where it came from

Only bought a bottle of Fabreeze instead, oh what a time to be.

Tautvile Daugelaite

I look at things and make them into stories. Work best at the sight of looming crisis.

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