I needed a rubber band…

   I needed a rubber band so I opened the drawer in the kitchen with the clips, baggies, twist ties etc…no rubber bands. I went to check the bathroom drawer. None. Walked across the house to the other bathroom. Not one rubber band. I walked into the living room and said to my boys, “I need a rubber band. Why can’t I find a rubber band anywhere?” My thirteen year old son answered “ohhhhh, I sorta lost all the rubber bands I actually thought he was kidding and said “ha ha funny” but he responded “no I really did” so I asked “How does somebody just lose over one hundred rubber bands?” and he said “I made a rubber band ball….then I lost it”

Is it too much to want?

Is it too much to want?

Too much
to desperately want
to be
desperately wanted?

To crave
to be craved?
To be
some sane person’s
real life obsession?

Too much
to want
to be constantly
on someone’s mind?

Too much
to thoroughly
touch
to actually find myself
lost in their scent?

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