Mischief.

I ate my breakfast in the shade by the river.
I thought about how ridiculous I might look,
Sputtering and flapping my way along the current
Soaking orange tank top and losing my hat.
Dramatic, perhaps and drastic but I need something.
I need a shakeup, a shock, a reset.
I daydream alarming measures taken
My turn to disappear
New jewelry
More tattooed.
"What are we doing tonight?"
"Umbrella tattoos."
I want to do somehing rash, irresponsible and selfish. Not harmful, just ridiculous. Just because.
The fast-moving water taunts me:
"Chicken," it says.
"You couldn't if you tried."
"One thing?" I respond.
I have lots of scary things ahead of me today, and they'll tide me over.
Today isn't the day.
But tomorrow might be.