Thursday, March 12, 2015

Ramblings of a Run-on Sentence

At times
--
Do you just give up? 
Rumbling, bouncing, destructive thoughts of: 
Ijustcan'tmakeitIdon'tunderstandthepointofitallIfeelstupidandunabletocatchupandandand,
smushed together in your head like
grandma's famous mashed potatoes,
-- 
frail hands quivering as they hold the masher,
we wrinkle our noses at the bowl wondering, before scolds chide us, 
did she wash her hands after pulling up a sanitary pad that caught menstruation of old age;
she spared the time and labor and creaks of spent bones to make
grandma's famous mashed potatoes,
--
So you go back to Calculus. 

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