I want to write

I want to write

I want to describe purple ardvarks, and glistening butterfly feathers.  I want to write of dear fathers abandoning little daughters, and oh of the way rain sounds when it kerplunks down on my head.  I want to write of the tickles in life; the tickles of kisses, the tickles of clothes, the tickles of itches, the tickles in your nose when you're sick or you do too much coke, the tickles of tickling.  For the shits and giggles, the things that squiggle, the way he sniffles, I want to write about nonsense, the lacks of common sense.  I want to write about us, for love,  this is who we are.