TheCourtRose

Biggest concern at the moment is whether or not I'll regret writing in the downstairs lobby (Missing out on a cushy window seat spied on the second floor) The lethargy of showers and pajamas wins, and gratitude for words finally emerging has terrified me to glue As if shifting a mere floor in a building in the west of Texas might clamp down on what little poetry is pumping forth There are teenagers here Taking up energetic space in a way only the adolescent can A group thirty or so, but it could be three hundred Used the treadmill in the small gym across the hall, more so because the end goal is to be a person who genuinely enjoys such things, rather than actually being that particular person at this juncture in time One man came in and left rapidly, as if my presence embarrassed the both of us (His eyes stayed carefully averted) A teenage boy and girl, with an intimacy only best friends can manage, strolled in, scoped the equipment, and rejoined the thron...