Anthem with written thoughts

What would he see if he saw the unseen? What would he say if he knew I liked green? Yeah. Jagged edges and small wounds. Crying over frogs lost in an airconditioner, that thankfully wasn't on and so the frog jumped out. Little whimpers and cries, a big sigh and big boy stuff like undies and school and not sharing. Playdough and sign language, science. Today I chose hanging file folders in rainbow. I guiltily chose them over the plain green recycled ones. There are so many different topics, I figured the colors would help me organize. They look good in the drawer. Its fine to call myself "80%" in so many things. Not 100% in very many. Like...the quality of my sleep at night in between dreams where I work out longings like I am wringing out the laundry. I have tried ringing out laundry and I have watched it done right. Its hard, like the hard kicks of two boys most of the night in my abdomen. Fleeting and painful, while it also soothes in its intimacy. In any case. Written communication is a dream. I am excited for my oldest to grasp it and flow, he will love it. What an adventure, to string these letters together, themselves arbitrary, in a succession of representations and meanings. Great fun. All right, I like green. Yah. Alright I say what I mean! Yah.