There are things in my garden I never planted.
Uninvited things with eyes and teeth. Crawling and jumping things that tend to
hide, while others are not frightened by anything. Things that stand their
ground, no matter what.
I’m not really sure I want to go back out there. I'm serious.
She had enough laying around,
and she knew
I could read her thoughts.
I've grown weary of fish.
Breakfast, lunch and dinner...
fish - fish - fish
I want something else to eat.
I've seen the tourist
having hot dogs, or tacos.
Just once I'd like to try
something like that.
Maybe a burger.
Not really sure what that is
but why not?
and a beer. I know for a fact
people on those boats drink beer.
I'd like to see what that taste like.
They seem happy.
They are sophisticated and discriminating, without being
stuffy.
They enjoy peeling an orange, but don’t like eating them.
They would never wear tennis shoes with a bowling shirt.
They enjoy chocolate but don’t crave it.
They never have more than one cup of coffee.
They prefer vodka over gin, and lemons over limes.
They keep their opinion about facial hair and tattoos to
themselves.
They find it rude to arrive late, yet they’re seldom on time.
They are not superstitious, and yet will never set a hat on a bed
or walk under a black cat.
They avoid talking about the old days and refuse to speculate
about tomorrow.
They don’t smoke.
They never chew with their mouth open or leave a toothpick protruding
from their lips.
They felt bad when Radar announced Henry’s plane crash.
They would buy a Subaru because they like the dogs.
They look for themselves in this list.
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