my dad used to give my mom a clock
for every special occasion.
they cluttered the mantle, side tables,
and eventually the dark corners of their closet.
she later threw them away,
thinking that she had gotten rid of every last one,
not realizing that they created a clock 22 years ago
and that I’ve been keeping count ever since.
*whispers in ur ear* would you like fries with that
*bites lip* oh yeah baby
*touches ur inner thigh* would you like to super size that
*pokes head through the door* we’re out of toilet paper
*pokes head through window* she said she’s out of toilet paper
wtf can we get some privacy here
i think thats enough internet today.