After my most recent break-up, matched with the whole “job… yeah, I’ll need one of those… eventually…” I woke up a bit meh. I fired up my Instagram with my morning coffee to learn that I was tagged in a #screenshot game – which essentially means screenshot whatever your home screen is and post it.
My screenshot, of course, is Fronkles and Peanut. The real magic in all of this, however, is while I’m sharing my picture with my Insta-mates, for the first time since I rescued him after losing Henry – Peanut and Fronkles played! It’s been somewhat heartbreaking watching each one try to play with the other for over a year with this odd chemistry of “wait, whose in charge? hold on… where’s my brother? you won’t hurt me… right?”
There is no better way to start my day. The two of them dancing around in a sea of growls erased whatever stress I woke up scowling.
Sad, right? I literally woke up scowling…
However! I am determined to utilized my NYC time effectively during another limbo era. After consulting with some inner circle affiliates, we’ve decided to use the bottom of my piggy bank to print my poems and ransack the city with them.
Viral style.
This plan took shape as I sat hunched over my laptop during country escapades and a friend of mine flipped though one of the poetry volumes and gently stated, “Like, I know you’re all into your novel right now. But, you’ve got a lot of time off for a minute… and you’re like, in Times Square. I think should just print single poems and poem-bomb the city with your shit.”
It’s brilliant.
So! Today I shall put together a few pages which I will print off at the printing store and spin all over town with. No clue what the results will be… but we’re soon to find out!
