Put that shit in italics..
Love
Would love it..
It’s not just how much you eat, it’s what you eat..
And from time to time,the mind might start slinging insults.
Profanity.
Verbs of contrition.
Electric eels being birthed into the airwaves, courtesy of mere vibration.
And I stand by a highway and watch the cars pile up..
“there’s two…four..six..eight..”
And on and on it goes..
The hum of an idling big rig , the chirp of children arguing with their mother..
The grind of engines..
Someone told me a story of their mother dying.
Someone told me a story of political junk mail piling up their mailbox.
Someone told me a story of getting their voting done in five minutes flat..
I’m glad it’s over.
“me too”..
Then a silence settled over the vehicle…
“it’s a crazy time to be alive..”
It really is.
