Lint

Today I have nothing but gum wrappers in my pocket, receipts, one dime and three dried out pens at the bottom of my purse. And this:

I have been saving this pic for the next time I feel peeved, but I simply cannot wait any longer. No, I'm not peeved; instead, this makes me smile. Tiny baby mice crawling around on a cat's head. And then there's this:
I could not choose just one, so here are both The Torrances and The Griswolds; if you look rully rully close you will see my nose pressed against the canvas, smell the open need to have my own family drawn badly but oh-so perfectly just so.

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And then this, always this:

Pushed down deep into my pocket like a talisman, the edges worn soft like lint. This.