Everyday people convince themselves not to leave their boyfriends. Their jobs. Next time I vote I will tape my mouth shut and never let you anvil
against me. Never will we dance on glassware. Sugar rims. 7-up can kidnapped my sister, or tried to. Holed her up in a quick stop. I show off my eidetic memory,
not as impressive as that guy who could name all the presidents backwards, and then spout out facts.
I was impressed by that, like the horizontal apple tree somehow growing in the woods of grand marais.