THIS IS NOT A POEM 1.19.17

Words spoken by my girlfriend, at 9:31 at night, in our bedroom, in Agoura Hills CA, as soon as I opened my laptop and started typing

Oh my god,

is this poem going to be about me?

No.

Why not? It’s my birthday!

Okay, yes. It’s about you. Happy Birthday.

 

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