I cannot seem to find an appropriate time to write.
Whether work is stealing time or the TV
is just a little too entertainingly monotonous - the moments
aren't there.
The kids squealing like pigs at the cats strumming the sofa -
mesmerization is vacant.
My face grows weary of it all and when I cannot bear the longing
I grab my pen and scribble:
Hunters shooting / stabbing
Rulers measuring Geometry Assmt 2.4 question twelve.
Assess me.