So you say I can write about anything relating to what we’ve talked about lately. I am not sure if this relates to now but I think you will appreciate this. Yesterday my friends and I want to the high museum. We lamely sat at a poetry slam, which turned out to be not so lame. Andrea was there. We drank coffee and analyzed poetry just as you would. It was all amazing. Then I found a thing in my pocket that said “Caution: May contain small parts. Not for children 5 and up. May be life threatening.”  I considered going up to the mic and reading that as a poem secretly hoping that you were there and could turn it into something of poetic value. That you would come up with some elaborate meaning about how life is made for the big things or that little kids are not ready, or too ready. You’d find a meaning for the colon and you would have annotations all over the paper. Like last year with that poem about the Metro station by Ezra Pound.

But, on a more serious Blog-worthy note, while I was at the high I saw this horse sculpture and I was super mad when I thought about all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn’t put Humpty back together again. Though, I will say me picturing an egg on the sculptures back did make the piece more interesting. Not just because the picture in mt head was cool but because It made me think of how we live thinking we will be the ones to help people back into one piece but somehow it always ends up being the opposite scenario. I think it is interesting how people think they are the strong ones who have the world in their hands but really it’s the world that has us and we’ve just got to hold on. Willie thinks he’s the one helping everyone but while he is trying to do that everyone is helping him. I guess it is just one never-ending cycle, like many things.