doin'

 "Now I'm doing some of these" exclaimed the twirler

they were a couple

 they were a couple known for helping the grieving . she was better at the actual flow of compassion, but he was great if the bereaved needed help with electrical; they were ol' fashion that way. 

they were     open    to   adventure ,   but she would lie and withhold so that made it cheating . she knew it wasn't any fun unless someone was hurt. way she saw it. suffering was like energy, or is it matter, or both, and does it even? she'd always chalk it up to being part of the process — "chalk it up" she'd say, to whoever she was cueing to queue to cue.      he , on the other hand, when he held all that power in his hand, always figured —safety first. somewhat diminishing, or dispersing, or however energy gets away while persisting.

perhaps ironically, they both lacked a certain spark in the bedroom.

first it's candy

 When I ate nothing but candy, I was really into bubblegum pop.

Wasp A Way

    I believe it was the wasp between me and my laundry

what reminded me of having a crush on a shoplifter when I was a college teen

    though I don't see the connection.

The insect    — of the narrow-waisted suborder Apocrita of the order Hymenoptera / neither bee nor ant nor broad-waisted sawfly per the free encyclopedia —    stayed finally away from my screen door and I gathered my clothes

 off the lines

 and I think

     I successfully made it back

 inside alone

.