Serotonin

  In my dream we were dinosaurs 
  You were Brontosaurus
  I was Stegosaurus
  The forest was dank and overgrown like a heart

  You were brontosaurus
  We were lost for ages
  The forest was dank and overgrown like a heart
  You could barely see above the mammoth treetops

  We were lost for ages
  The museum would never know how it was you who saved me
  You could barely see above the mammoth treetops
  You wrangled the stars with your tongue and brought them down

  The museum would never know how it was who saved me
  Then we were human again
  You wrangled the stars with your tongue and brought them down
  I wished to thank you

  The forest was dark and overgrown like a heart
  All I could do was kiss and kiss your neck
  You were a brontosaurus.
  The very last one.

  Your Fossil Is The Shape Of My Mouth by Sarah Morgan

  In an effort to get people to look into
  each other’s eyes more,
  and also to appease the mutes,
  the government has decided
  to allot each person exactly one hundred
  and sixty-seven words, per day.

  When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
  without saying hello. In the restaurant
  I point at chicken noodle soup.
  I am adjusting well to the new way.

  Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
  proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
  I saved the rest for you.

  When she doesn’t respond,
  I know she’s used up all her words,
  so I slowly whisper I love you
  thirty-two and a third times.
  After that, we just sit on the line
  listen to each other breathe.

  The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel

What I woke up to today.
My life is full of win.

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