Monday, January 9, 2012

like spinning plates

This, that, that other thing, the strangeness of being in the middle, yet at the bottom, of being the adult in the situation, of trying explain things without sounding condescending, wondering how I'm the young kid, but I'm the one who seems more grownup even if I listen to power chords and have no children or grandkids, and I guess that kind of feels good in away that I'm able to negotiate this terrain and that my skin gets thicker by the year, but the irony upon irony is both delicious and sour.

1 comment:

Randal Graves said...

I am Speakerphone hear me roar.