My two cups of water with
Renée Zellweger. A cup of coffee
just because I made a face into it.
8:20 and I think maybe he likes me.
So what if I run into him. Get your
stupid mosquitoes
out of your guts about it.
Many mutterings.
I get almost calm and then
okay I talked myself into it.
He hugs me each vacation. Years I
hearken back to relive my present.
Water, meet water. Water, water.
And a swollen latté.
I was very much in love. I was really happy.
