"When I look up, I just trip over things." Ani DiFranco
Four in the morning, again, and
bouncey notes boinging
around my ears
but somehow you don't care.
We emptied the beer from the bowl--
but that's no excuse for not caring.
Steve, I don't understand your taste
I know, Steve, I know.
- Kristyn Sherman
Author's Footnote: I had an accomplice.
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