The Little Things

You know when you’re eating the pasta

That’s shaped liked a little wheat shell

And they stick on your tongue while you eat them

And you feel like the whole world is well?

Or how ‘bout when you’re dehydrated

And your pee is all yellow and bright

And the pee-water gets kinda cloudy

And you flush and it all feels alright?

I like that just-popped-a-zit feeling

And that “earwax is washed away” calm.

It’s just me? That may be, but I’m hoping

You find your own commonplace balm.

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