—SEEMS LIKE YOU’VE GOT IT ALL FIGURED OUT

…I try not to ask for too much.

…When you’re raised on promises you have certain expectations.

…What about all the times you said you had the answers?

…Every now and then I get a little scared of listening to the sound of my voice.

…The thunder keeps getting louder and louder.

…Here’s the thing though—earlier in the day I hauled our bottles and cans back to recycling.

…You know me, I’m sentimental.

…I’m sorry I put your good shirt in somebody else’s free box.

…We’re moving in unison, hands feeding machines, the sun on our backs.

…We all know what moving is like.

…I’m here to help, just ask me.

…That smell reminds me of the day after a good bender.

…Maybe I was staring after all.  You know how I am—curious.

…Walk with me and I’ll hand over the whole set of keys.

…I’ve got to get back to fixing this tattoo.

…I wonder why I like words so much.

…It’s just one lone tree, but that’s enough to remind me of trees I knew when I was a kid, childhood, and I feel okay about it.

…Who do you think about when you step into the dark cave and are basically blind?

…I’m a man willing to live with my mistakes.  What other choice is there?

…I’m good.  I just can’t do myself.

…One is time released, one isn’t.  One’s long lasting.

…I’m being careful but maybe that’s where I went wrong.

…Sometimes I melt into this crazy shy riot of need.

…I know I said I’d be home, but things like this come up.

…Who do we ever know, really, past the skin?  How do we get there?

…I forgot the sun would still be shining, but there it is.