When you're looking for a beaver
everything pretends to be one
a jumping fish
a floating log
a ripple in the water
everything.
But there never are real beavers
unless you don't expect to see one.
Whenever I hold a pencil
I have
the urge to draw something; to watch
something
take shape under the careful watch
of my
The fish are back. The first thing I see when I open my eyes is two of them fighting, hovering just below the popcorn ceiling. Well, that’s a development, at least. I yawn and rub the crustiness out of the corners of my eyes.
Driving down dirt roads
Ten miles per hour over the speed limit
Oops
Slowing down
Tapping my foot to my new depression playlist
Tears
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