my words are all restless right now. i feel them, dancing around issues and knocking over glasses but i can't seem to get them to explain to me why they are here in the first place and why they won't just sit down. in alphabetical order. i feel that if i pluck one of them from the back of my head, a story might sprout. but i just tried it and all of these other words were attached to the space between and i couldn't untangle them so i put them in the pile of christmas tree lights that haven't quite made it to their proper storage space. i have observations about my daughter's new habit of throwing a fit at bedtime, my son's newly developed ability to eat mashed bananas and avocado. the fact that i have a daughter and a son in the first place makes me feel like writing letters to strangers. but these words. they just won't stop circling around. they will not gather themselves together. so i'll just let them rest. less.