Thursday, April 7, 2011

There is a green popsicle that has been in my work’s freezer for almost a year now.  It’s bright green.  It’s in a clear plastic wrapper.  Every day I see the popsicle and every day I have the urge to throw it away but every day I don’t because I feel like it needs a chance or that it has its own right to survive.  I always have the urge to write about the popsicle and I never do, until today.  I know the popsicle does not have a consciousness.  Sometimes I humanize things so sue me.

I am wearing last night’s hair and makeup.  I look a little like Rod Stewart.  I’m tired.  I am typing the word, “esophagus.”

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