To you, I mean? The sun can’t
come out today. It’s in the hole
of your calendar. Which isn’t
nearly as amazing as how deep
I can push my eyes into what’s
left of your offering. I like a
good education but there’s
nothing worse than offending
unintentionally. And then I
thought about it. Because
now I can go friend-hopping
with morning breath. Touché.
This is good. I should tell you
what to do more often.
