I was at the grocery store examining some kind of pre-cooked meat shred in sauce and trying to decide if I hated myself enough to purchase it when I overheard what I believe to be one of the most shining moments in parenthood history (or maybe not but it made me laugh a lot): 

Little girl: [babble babble] MOM CAN WE GET THESE MARSHMALLOWS?

Mom: No honey, you have to get them when they're fresh.

Yes, and also some kinds of yes.

 

celebrate crooked staircases
doors that hang uncertain roses
in twilight, smooth thick 

legs no breasts to speak of