No wonder you blundered plundering your Tumblr from under covers,
bundled in your trundle bed during a thunderstorm,
thumbing a rumpled comforter while dumbly grumbling that your mother is smothering,
muttering as you stumble over a number of publicity photos of underexposed,
flummoxed by their stunning,
you’re suddenly humbled,
encumbered with feeling untouchable,
you succumb to their cunning,
become numb to the suffering,
and drum your thumbs on your stomach,
as another hundred buffer.
Earlier today I remembered something that has AA batteries in it but hasn’t been used in forever. So I figured the batteries are probably super corroded, and I thought about changing the batteries in case they were. But now I can’t remember what the thing was that hasn’t been used in forever and the thought of batteries growing more acidic inside of this mysterious thing is in fact keeping me awake.