I put my socks on first
and then I eat a peach.
I do that because
I like
how
it sounds,
eating a peach
with,
in
only socks.
The socks aren’t the important part;
it’s the peach.
Without the peach,
I’d be only naked
with blanketed toes
and a bed for my soles.
I drank a beer first thing yesterday morning because the night was dark and full of terrors and I’m still frightened and, frankly, upset at just how God awful that final season of Game of Thrones was.
I suppose you think I’m talking about the President of the United States of America, but I’m not. Because this feels more important than the 16th President, the Proclaimer of Emancipations, the Addres
Because so I cry sometimes for no reason at all other than that when I had a reason to I felt as if I couldn't.