it is good to know that there are at least a few folks that understand how many hours and days and years of drinking, working, walking, sitting and more it takes to make just one of these lines make sense to the heart.
until they make sense, they just don't sound quite right, and can't come out.
they were always there.
tickling fingertips.
teetering on the edge of the tongue.
just about to fall.
and then
when just the right amount of bullshit
enough steps, enough hours, enough beers
just the right amount
fills to the brim
plop!
some of the bullshit spills over
onto the page
into the keys
inside of words
like birth
or really
like pooping.