Bits off Burning Bridges

In writing the bits that follow I set four main constraints on myself: 1) they had to be short; short enough to fit on a screen without any need to scroll down; 2) they had to be true to the rhythm of everyday, or better, every night speech; 3) they had to somehow have a point or feel or image that made them seem to punch above their weight; 4) they couldn’t stray too far from the spontaneous—some next day tweaking might be acceptable but then they’re gone. Though they may have a superficial resemblance to poems I resist any temptation to call them that. I like some poetry but I’m not a huge fan and I’m not deeply familiar with the body of poetry. Unlike most poems these bits do not have titles. Titles would be distracting, and in any case, bits don’t need titles. They speak for themselves. These things are bits, no more and no less.