rubberneck whiplash

these things will cross my mind occasionally, the what was whose.
not bitter.
just a quick and simple:
is that mine or influence?
the foxes were always my thing. they are one thing i will keep without too much debate.
that final timing couldn’t be more conflicted.
but passed.
conflicted, but resolutely passed.
names are sticky.
when a barista at a Starbucks notices a thing on your hoodie and says:
oh! you must know so-and-so.
and you think:
errrr, i wasn’t thinking about that today.
but you say:
oh yeah! I know so-and-so!
when what you are thinking is:
you have no idea, stranger
so then you think you must have moved to the smallest big city in the world, and that’s actually funny, which is the original reason why you moved here, which is how you met this barista and the boys. because funny gets you friends and safety and compliments and work and love.
and the boys are funny.
they are always funny.
funny little fleeting foxes.

26 January 2012 ·