floating, watching my life, a mundane vessel completing tasks scripted by society. a branch of a branch of a branch, insignificantly holding a single leaf of the majestic tree. fall grows near.

a nervous aching yearns my core. like starvation to fit the prom dress. like the upward arc on a roller coaster. like checking for your name on the call back list, or the last purchase before NSF…all at once.

nothing more than heart layaway. the promise is too much to bear. the payments too low. it seems it will never arrive.

a house of straw, some horse blinds and a bullet proof vest. i’m set. i’ll take the lies, a side of fries, and whatever else is free.