How many times had you asked me what it would be like if we were lobsters?
and I meant my answer in kind.
brilliance of lingering weekend to fill your vacant living rooms.
“Fuck the clowns!
right?
You asked me what it would be like if we were lobsters.
and I meant my answer in kind.
backlit your curves in the grass.
I didn’t know.
right?
But we’re not lobsters.
is love.
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Adored this– humor, pathos, insight and feeling all beautifully rolled up. Thanks for the introduction.
You’re welcome, and thank you!
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