Wednesday, August 18

Smoke

my house is full of it. goddamned popcorn, and my dad, believing the package.

i can't breathe, and my eyes are watering.

stupid microwaves.

1 comment:

Sunny said...

me: "You should have left it go for a few more minutes, so it'd start on fire.. we could have a family tradition."

dad: "Not everybody wants a tradition of almost burning the house down, Sarah."

...

later:

me: "what, grapes?"

dad: "yeah, i guess."

me: "well.. i suppose.. Grapes.. Popcorn.. i see the connection."