When I was a kid I asked, “How are babies made?” My mom responded, “Go back to your room.” I asked why but all I got Was a make-face. When I was in grade school I asked, “Is there something wrong with me?” My big brother-cousin responded, “Yeah. Put powder on your face.” I asked…
Never More Than Once
In the most peculiar occurrence I found you, Ask thrice, have a cup of coffee with me? Smiled like two halves of a book crashing open. Ask me twice have a drink with me? Ask four times if the risk is worth the reward Ask five times how you see it all panning out Ask…
Stranger
You think you have a clue as to who I am, who I want, what I want, why I’m here, what my gaze is, what my smile is. Try again.
Thoughts on Valentine’s Day
We were wandering through the mall just last week, and I took notice of all the sad attempts to attract more business from a day that, in my opinion, is over-hyped: Valentine’s Day. The problem with Valentine’s Day is that it’s created a notion that materialism is associated with love. Don’t get me wrong. I’m…
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