I just saw a turtle turning into a teenager, a mallrat making passes at a mourning dove, a purse jumping over the moon, and a teaspoon calling to tell you that it would be later rather than soon.
When my lips smack, a certain void of technological empty-brainedness echoes through my cranium and bounces out of my ears. “Time to take the trash out” says my stomach.
The one thing “we” don’t do as “us” is the only thing that matters…get together.
“Let’s” join up over tea and crumpets and walk the spider webbed talk of life and literature, the daily news, the only way to sprint through the greetings and hurry to the meat of a conversation.
Making a purpose is the best way I know how to be.
Nobody assigned a purpose to me.
I found it.
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