and i could be tethered but i am the latest kite in the sky; my cats like me and it is june. hope always sneaking under the last syllables of every sentence. i don’t know i just will not give up. certain songs are gone and it’s best to leave them there; we talk in our sleep. you can hinge an entire life upon a glance and if it doesn’t eat you from the inside out then it’s your duty to fight to live to tell about it. come on, do it for the kids. do it for the mechanics and cul de sacs. do it for the dali in me, that great big heart in you. do it for the bars in minneapolis. do it for the microphones. do it for your voice in the monitors–request more of it. do it for all the syrup and slang in the voice of our acoustic heroes. do it for that promise you didn’t keep. do it for the girl who broke your heart. do it for the shoe tread.

i just turned 26 and here i am with more of it handed to me–more life than i can carry but go baby go. it seems unreal. and then comes that song black thumbnail and i really should go dancing or sing along and when it’s done just finish this sentence hit the light and
go
to
bed.
(this slantgrin say amen)