1. My family goes through hummus
like its candy. There is a Ziploc bag of fortune cookies in the pantry.
Four different types of salsa
in the refrigerator and no tortilla chips.
I am the only member of my family who speaks
another language efficiently.
2. There is a single dirty cat pawprint
on the floor. Only one.
This makes the direction it faces arbitrary,
though I cannot help but wonder
what the single pawprint is made of.
There is nothing this color on the counter,
and the cats don’t go outside.
Sometimes footprints are just
This makes the direction it faces arbitrary,
though I cannot help but wonder
what the single pawprint is made of.
There is nothing this color on the counter,
and the cats don’t go outside.
Sometimes footprints are just
arbitrary. Sometimes dirt is
unexplainable.
3. There are more vitamins and
supplements and additives in
the pantry than food. My brother
is the only family member who works out.
My mother is a pseudo-vegetarian,
my sister and I retired from this diet.
3. There are more vitamins and
supplements and additives in
the pantry than food. My brother
is the only family member who works out.
My mother is a pseudo-vegetarian,
my sister and I retired from this diet.
There is no need for so many pills.
I don’t know who takes all
I don’t know who takes all
the vitamins. I just want the food.
4. Dark Mocha Almond granola bars do not
sound appetizing at this time
of night. I like all of these things.
I even like them together. But I need
something more filling. Late night cravings
should be fully sated for fear
of returning in the form of crazy dreams
or werewolf transformations. I read
an article where a twenty-six-year-old
woman didn’t understand why three men
backed out of marrying her;
she also has Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder
and goes self-admittedly bat-shit-crazy
for five days a month. She likens herself
unto a werewolf. I don’t want this.
I need something more satisfying
than a granola bar.
5. I cannot decide between thin-sliced honey
turkey and an apple. My mother
is sleeping in her bedroom which
is off of the living room which
is off of the kitchen in which
I am making more noise
than I should be at this hour.
My father is on a mission trip.
I know she misses him. She should
sleep. Apples crunch too loud.
My mother picks good apples.
I choose the turkey.
4. Dark Mocha Almond granola bars do not
sound appetizing at this time
of night. I like all of these things.
I even like them together. But I need
something more filling. Late night cravings
should be fully sated for fear
of returning in the form of crazy dreams
or werewolf transformations. I read
an article where a twenty-six-year-old
woman didn’t understand why three men
backed out of marrying her;
she also has Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder
and goes self-admittedly bat-shit-crazy
for five days a month. She likens herself
unto a werewolf. I don’t want this.
I need something more satisfying
than a granola bar.
5. I cannot decide between thin-sliced honey
turkey and an apple. My mother
is sleeping in her bedroom which
is off of the living room which
is off of the kitchen in which
I am making more noise
than I should be at this hour.
My father is on a mission trip.
I know she misses him. She should
sleep. Apples crunch too loud.
My mother picks good apples.
I choose the turkey.
