from punk rock songs,
and a little from knife slices
along loose ring fingers
on a Friday night,
and remembering Samuel L. Jackson
is in Jurassic Park.
so I take a little
from flirty girls
reminding me
I am not dead yet,
and manuscript rejections
with real signatures
in smudged pens.
so I take a little
from work (finally),
and interactions with strangers
at the post office,
where I make them laugh
when fire fighters enter
without saying a word.
so I take a little
from inspiration
that comes on suddenly,
without warning,
while I am just eating a cookie
in the kitchen,
simply doing the dishes.
so I take a little
from Google Analytics
when it tells me
she looked at this shitty blog,
which means she will most likely see this
and hopefully think about me
with more than just a laugh.