tuesday usually has nothing substantial to offer, a familiar thought to flair up the day. or as a vessel for what has been recently lost. tuesday will be my good news day. if and only if, i find you in my periphery.

never had to fight for air but sometimes lousily used too much. i care for your welfare. i care when the chalkboard is empty. i wiped 70% ethanol over the counter again and again without spilling a thing.

tuesday is congruent with the smells left behind my sweatshirt. olfactory receptor neurons transduce oderant molecules so often it makes me question how long you stayed around.