a little too honest I love wobbly voiced teary eyed conversations And living rooms bestrewn with yarn And impromptu dances with toddlers And people who pause and say sorry I'm being a little too honest And Lulu Zooz Flufferson, who remains the realest unreal aspect of my life And lazy nonplussed chats about an impending apocalypse,gyms and where to buy cute things for sane prices And realizing I managed to get home alive after completely zoning out behind the wheel It's strange, I rarely notice entering new phases Usually a phase is something I look back on and box and label It's like movements in art history that didn't know they were movements versus the ones that sat down and came up with a title and a rule book I think I'll call these the yarn years The rules are --wing it, trust yourself and trust in potato |