Sometimes in my head, sometimes coming out of my mouth,
more often in my head.

Well that sounded kind of weird, oh well, I don’t care

Didn’t I say I wanted to be more badass

How much time do you need to get it done?

Wash me with hyssop and I shall be clean

Why do the words trail off at clean like they’re hard to write.

• I guess because no matter what life is messy

Should I dye my hair, or let it go grey and why does that seem like a bigger existential question than it should be? 

Mmmm…

hmh

• I loved teaching today
• I love a good towel after the bath

Why is it hard to record my thoughts without being overly poetic?

If I’m writing a poem about things overheard, should I include things overheard on the radio? hmmh, well don’t I still hear them in my head?

“and they’re going to blow them up with a kilo of explosives”

Maybe that was the other day. Today it’s AR15s on NPR, or was that the other night too. It undoubtedly was both.

The clouds in the sky are so beautiful
Sometimes when I use this towel I think of its previous owner. 
I saw two butterflies today, one appeared to be a monarch. The other was small and yellow.
I wonder do her skin cells still hide in there?
You look handsome.

I should call him.

I hear the coyotes.

I love you.

Good morning!

Let’s start our favorite way!

Today’s poetry prompt on http://www.napwrimo.net is to play around with the idea of overheard language. I am interested in the overheard and the innerheard.