The Cougar Review

By Ictalurus

Write your own questions! There are no rules!– the board says while I try to measure driving by proportioning city distances with my hands. I’m smiling my own expression, a held lower lip that never fails to make me look like ambient noise, though like that, it can never be captured in a photograph. I would prefer if there were rules and I could stand in them, posed like the dancer spread of the book I haven’t returned yet, the man I haven’t seen. When I try to look up this muzak in me, I only find videos telling me I’m something that I’m not, as it’d make me a thief of assistance, and portions from a book I’d hate to read, and something I clearly haven’t heard of at all, though I suppose I always smile and always chuckle and do not notice anyone and do not care, and maybe it is his body that smiles and nods and shakes hands like I do too. I’m very sorry to anyone who has to deal with this, but when I say that as clearly as I can, they say to make it more honest, less negative. As the song goes, I can’t put on an act, it takes brains to do that.