Sous Tally

Where do tallies go when there aren't any wooden posts to slap them onto?
I might know the answer.

They get marked on to your cup of coffee.
Your earrings
Your stockings
Your phone and laptop
Your toast and butter
Your pencil and pen

Your ears and nose and eyes and hair.

One time i lost respect for myself. Last night i lost respect for myself again.
That was the last time. I broke a tiny silk thread through time and space, so now little caterpillar moth, eat your own jasmine garden, not mine.

Goodnight tally birds.