blogpoem
i did my laundry again today,
finally washing my sheets.
there really isn’t anything better in the world
than laying on clean sheets,
except maybe time-out [chicken]
where i ended up
for the second night in a row
at 1:30 in the morning
as the bars were letting out.
we were desperately in need
of pork bbq, fried chicken
mac and cheese, corn, mashed potatoes and gravy,
and so was everyone else.
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