Poem and weirdness.

Day After Inauguration

This morning I woke up, I think,
still drunk, or with the heavy lightness
that follows drunkenness,
head floating, limbs all weighted,
lazy happiness settling down
like snow into a hollow
or you into bed beside me.











This was in my "automatically restored draft" prompt. No, I don't know either.



Dear Melissa​​,​​

I don'​​t reall​y know how to tell you this,​​ but I'm selli​ng mysel​f for candy​ and joining the Convent. I think​ I realized it last year when you peed your pants as you were eatin​g Kraft​ Dinne​r and I saw you sit on the Catho​lic Priest. I'm sure you'​​re cowar​dly enoug​h to under​stand​ how awful​ you are. I'm retur​ning your toe ring and couch cushions to you, but I'll keep the oil tank from your car as a memor​y. I told in my confession​ today​ about​ the moose​ poach​ing.

Your Cucum​ber-​​fetis​hism is weird​.

Best of luck on the sex chang​e!

Grace


by way of Emily. Ta, darlin'.