Posted in eavesdrop, Poetry

leo season

i’m tired of writing about
hookups and bar crawls
and whatever Aaron put up his
nose last week

i get that it’s leo season and all
but can we just put our horoscopes
down for 2 minutes and stop acting
like depraved little children?

it’s almost as if people are allergic
to the sweeter side of life
like my prof
with the super cute hedgehog and mildly
popular food blog

i’m more interested in stories
with that kind of depth
or philosophical shit
like why noodles float in
water and wontons
float on the top

but hey, i guess i have to
make a living and i don’t remember
the last time i got published
for investigating what drives
strangers to fall in love

-07.27.18

 

 

Author:

Trying to find the right words.

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