She thought…
Love, fix me some pancakes.
Love, walk me through flower gardens.
Love, fold the towels the way I like them.
Love, you’re stepping on my pinky toe.
She said…
in that reminiscent way, while the boys did lines of coke off their car keys
(cola was only in the MIXED drinks). And the girls played Double-Dutch on the backsides of humanity (don’t skip a beat).
Foursquareturnedisoscelesaround.
She wondered…
What single celled organism defines me:
Damn. This Euglena just bitch-slapped your counterproductive, (flagella’s got a brand new puppet).
Rock like igneous (as she used to say).
Strings detached.
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