I don’t know you but I don’t even like you. You laugh too loud. You smile too wide. You try too hard and you probably love too much and would think too much of how I love too little. Truthfully though, you’re beautiful. But I won’t ever know how you are because that’s how I am.
… but I wrote this as a warmup for a Meetup at the Hatchery Press. If you find yourself in Los Angeles, this is a gem of a place for poets and writers. You are my vanilla icecream in a root beer float, classic, sweet, you never go out of style. You are my flamingo, a pink diamond in a sea of palm trees. You are my red rose in a jar of water, the […]