my grandpa says, 'now treasure island that's a book.' then, another time, my grandma tells me to select books from a list of leather bound classics and i circle some. on either christmas or my birthday i receive treasure island. the sand in the book is good. the boy on the island with the dangerous men happens for me. my grandparent's house is happening somewhere on the island, safe from pellets and iron balls, too; my grandpa always sitting in the tv room picking his teeth and staring, grandma moving around the kitchen contemplating something.

i was in a coffee shop today
i drank coffee
the coffee shop was all about desserts
they had chocolate chili
the baker was committed
to his ideas
not sure i feel like putting down
anymore of todays observations
i always go back to the subway
always 'home'