Poetry Sunday
Johnson
Ah
Shit!
You poked me
In
The eye
I know
I felt
Your wetness
All up in
My drawers
I’m just
Making
A Tortilla
And Cheese
Rollup
Whine Dinner
Wine
Dinner
Not Denny’s
No deep fried
Steak
Stupid person
I slosh
Because
A door hits
My face
Untitled
Scott.
Naked.
Bliss.
11:28 p.m.
