today.

it's one of those days where i'm listening to two songs.
passing afternoon by iron and wine.
and
poison oak by bright eyes.

on repeat.
just those two.
over and over and over and
over.

and then you come over and ask me about things.
and even though you don't really know what to say,
you mean well.

you say i'll land on my feet.
i want to believe it.

then i think about yesterday, and i worry that i ate too many fries
and not enough substance
and that i wish the salad i brought for lunch was chocolate
and sushi
instead of boring
spinach
olive oil
cauliflower
and a green bell pepper.

so i try to write these headlines.
concepts for one of my last assignments
here.

and i listen,
"there are things that drift away, like our endless numbered days."
and i delight in the irony.