Intermission
If you’ve been reading for more than an hour, why not take a break?
When was the last time you spontaneously smashed a phone booth?
Climbed a tree?
Called your mother?
Put your head through an aquarium?
Tossed your shoes in the river?
Collided with a stranger?
Threw a brick?
Got rained on (intentionally)?
Earned a callus?
Appropriated chaos?
Grew dank terrariums of panic within your chest?
Surprised yourself?
Measured the circumference of ecstasy by the glistening torque of your tonguetip?
Lived all that shit you read about?