Pj Metz 4/4

You can tell your story

You can tell us about the soft ride to work
A podcast or a song or a morning dj
The coffee that brewed black turned tan and kept you alert through lunch
The days tasks that are forgotten by next week.

You can tell us, "Oh you know, work" and we'll say,
"I hear that." and glass will plink and someone will sigh.
You can tear your napkin and wad up the wet parts and roll tiny pieces into tinier balls.
You can pick at a label until you're drinking ang__ o__h__d and stuffing it back in the empty bottle when you're done.

You can write it down. "Today I didn't eat right. The were donuts at the office. And one was strawberry. Dear diary you know how I feel about strawberry donuts.
"Today I didn't run far enough. I dunno, is it worth it? Dear diary please tonight Please respond."

You can do that. It's ok.

You can wake up and watch the sun's rays melt crayon wax all over your windshield and your eyes will cut between the cloud with its gray pink and the sun reaching up a visyana to the milky way and you might say

Maybe today.