by Kari Diane Pike
Random thoughts crowded in my head like a bunch of junior high kids shoving each other in the lunch line. They all clamored for my attention. I held up my hands and tried to gently hush them. I promised each and every one of them a turn. All they had to do was patiently wait in line. But every time I started to focus on just one thought, it got shoved from behind and the next thought jumped in the way, waving in my face and shouting, "Me! Me! Pick me!"
I stomped my feet. I shouted for quiet. I paced back and forth and tore at my hair, screaming for some kind of order. They just laughed.
Since I have no desire to be completely bald, I am taking a new approach. I am sitting quietly at my computer and acting like I don't care. I will write, but I won't let them see what I am writing. They will be curious. Am I writing about them? But I'm not telling. If they really want to know what's going on, they will have to jump onto the page on their own. Then I will punctuate them and they will be caught!