Tissues and Windmill Crackers
                    I enjoy tucking situations away
                    into my sleeve, like a worried and well-worn Kleenex.
                    Always at hand, but politely out of sight.

                    It was raining, the cement was cold.

                    The first thing he noticed about me
                    he said, was my smile.
                    he liked girls with nice teeth.

                    Is this indicative of something?

                    I catch myself shouting at people
                    wearing headphones.
                    They're usually not on.

                    Man that vacuum cleaner can suck up a bowling ball.

                    I'll keep myself from sleep with QVC
                    In hopes that it will stop time.
                    I never realize its Monday until
                    Thursday has weakened me.

                    Obsessive Compulsive is so tragically stylish.

                    Now I can leave
                    the time on the microwave
                    on even numbers
                    No more 1.32 or 43.

                                    ~MacKenzie Martin (Veil)