There is a situation often referred to as poetry. If you don’t
understand that, we’re at an impasse. Other situations are
possible, including stock car racing, but most of these
events go undetected. It’s similar to alien life forms or
endless rope tricks. Even special cowboys can’t lasso
every single lamb in the universe. Even house cats
look stupid in the bathroom mirror. For me, and my family,
we have numerous sweatshirts and various family traditions.
One of these is to exhaust ourselves in our sleep so
that when we awake we are livelier and smarter because
we’re so tired. At other times, we dress ourselves in robes
and lounge about the house, whistling softly and jutting
our bellybuttons toward the ceiling. My wife will
bring me ideas about capitalism or whatnot, perhaps
a recipe for veggie burgers. The thought of it all makes
me jumpy with love. The poetry we read to each other
makes us giggle. It’s always stuff like “you have a
ginormous, orange band-aid on” and other things like that
that just make you go, whoa!
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So funny, so quirky, so real. I love this poem. : )