Caption: This is what my head looks like now

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

“Well, at least now, you get to eat all the ice cream that you want.” She says.
“I’m an adult, I could’ve always done that.”

and later, to my husband,

“She’s talking to you again?”

“Yeah, because of my surgery, I guess.”

“That’s nice. I mean it’s not nice that you had to send her a picture of your head busted open to get her to say something, but it’s nice anyways, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, it is. That’s why I sent it.”

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Author: oldepunk

Writing about my views of the world in a stream of conscience style

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