Happy Birthday

Happy birthday: Your falling off the monkey barssignificant memory in which you carry yourself Be a wine bottlevessel of passportcritical documentation/documents, but today you’re air. I am not here in the fuzzed VHS-ness of 7small ageth baby teeth family camera lens birthday parties in west end parkneighborhood park, so deal with it.
I am not here in the junction of orange conesuburban streets/grass dew/traffic cone mist where heightsfear is what anxietylowercase emotion baby teeth in wet park benches do to thunderenvironmental phenomena. Therefore, upon careful reflection, deal with it.
I compare nostalgiasomething to the kind of uneaselowercase dissonance variation you feel when you realize a shhhhhhhhhhlopterrible noise like when you realize for the first time that helium balloons pop/the kind of elation when helium balloons do that thing to your voice/both of them together happens on your better nights entrusted to analog recordings and basement boxes like the bag of handsselfish organ, plural you were.
So happy birthday. But for want of the eternitymortal lack the expansesky or body is already dying.

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