Tacos in a mansion and some ham salad on the run. Eat dinner around a spool and get thrown out accordingly. Look backward. Look forward. Everything is irrelevant.
Things are settled now. Settled down. Settling down.
Moved in. Lamps assembled. Chairs arranged. It’s the memories that get sorted in the evenings after work. The cowboy hat on the wall. The creativity spoiling in the fridge. Television minus politics and an abundance of time.
There’s no excuse for the excusing. There’s no arrangement for the arranged. There’s no explanation for the explained.
Drawings on the bathroom wall and some old home movies in the tray underneath the tv. Life was a bit more simple before. It may be again. It may be already.