singing songs all along.
my belly hurts in the garage.
I smoke and giggle.
and Google record players.
wondering if I am a good parent.
certainly better than my mother.
but that's not saying much.
normal anxiety is poetic.
simple worries.
like cheese and laziness.
reactions real and forced.
I rub my stomach.
and lock all the doors.
a flicker of light.
in the end of his story.
these things happen in starts.
happy because.
she ate her salmon.
keeping balloons afloat.
counting until dreams and inside jokes.