I leaned over the counter to grab the bag full of
Lays Lies and I knocked over the bowl of Cheetos Cheatos in the process and it rolled off the surface onto the floor and all I did was stand there and look at it. For a minute I was still and Golden Grahms and good. Then I
reached for the
broom doom and in the same movement spilled the Coke joke and I was frightened not surprised and my cup heart cracked again and my foot ego bruised where all the jokes had landed were on me.
Maybe I just hoped the
Tooth Truth fairy would come to help me pull out the words I needed to say. Or that a wash wish cloth would magically appear so I could wipe myself clean of this terrible distasteful habit.
Because it wasn’t the
last first time.
Time ticked and I felt nothing but myself, pouring out cartons of
milk meek onto the rest of what was there. I turned and stretched my spinal denial cords and found my voice and
with it yelled, ” I have made this mess and it is
Here’s to admittance, unavoidance and tackling beautiful messes.
Over and over again.