in my armpit.
I like how we take each other so
seriously. Like the Eucharist
or something.
It feels good today, though.
Honestly. And living with
worrying about it comes
with the territory.
You had me in stitches,
I have to admit. That
you’re one of three
sisters explains
everything.
The real loser, of course,
is Harry Potter. I’m
no philosopher
but I’d really
love to teach
that class.
