He will become a selfish lover,
Who guards his crumbs
There are friendships of a lifetime,
The kind that are held so deeply
They anchor us to ourselves.
We have discovered that.
Everything is sweeter
At the thought of yours
(Picture of flower by Rob Wijbenga)
Before I slept
Thanks to years of research, and weeks spent camped out in front of the dryer and close to the laundry basket, I can bring you this exclusive on the true, amorous lives of socks.
Think of the librarian busy scanning the pile of dubious erotic fiction for the furtive college student, bored with the afternoon and hungry for the macaroni cheese being guarded by her oven at home
Like the trees of the midnight forest
Your heart is a well
From the all seeing vantage point of the jury box.
Written after Theda Myint died. For the warriors who did return.
He ate a snickers