in which this is two and yet infinitely familiar
this has been one of those where i go downstairs at 11 pm fully
intending to do nothing but fill up my water bottle and have only just
sat back down, now at 11:40, having just hauled myself away from a
buzzed-on-7-oz-heinekens maria with my again-emptied bottle in hand
along with - somehow - a cherry lollipop and an apple. red, red, green,
one of these things is not like the other. i do, however, quite enjoy
the satisfying thwack of the apple coming back down to my hand when i
throw it up into the air.