Today i viewed multicoloured eggs
And tangled my eyes in a giant grid .
Got angry at the scorpions
For getting in the photons of my stolen glitter.
I contemplated train prices and cursed the wiry cellulose
In sugarsnap peas that catches in my throat.
On a bright pink carpet
With tiny rectangles we talked
About words with words.
Then, later on, i thought about whether
Not saving =
Killing
And wondered why we aren't doing any more. And then
I closed my eyes
Because that is what
Everybody Does.