High Ass

This ass operates on a frequency the rest of us can only visit. Time is a suggestion. The fridge is a destination. They will begin a sentence with genuine conviction and arrive, four minutes later, somewhere no one could have predicted, least of all them. They have had life-changing realizations about the universe and forgotten every one of them before finding a pen. Snacks fear them. Couches claim them. They are the most relaxed person at any gathering and the least likely to remember it happened. Deep? Occasionally, accidentally, profoundly. Reliable? Let us circle back once they locate their phone, which is in their other hand.