THIS IS NOT A POEM ABOUT MONTANA 7.17.17

A conversation between my girlfriend and me, sitting in our kitchen at around 10:20 p.m.


me: I hear Montana is amazing. The sunsets and natural terrain–sounds like someplace we should live.

girlfriend: The only thing I know about Montana is my aunt, and she didn’t know that pickles are cucumbers.


FYI: She was dead serious. This was not a joke, which makes it that much more priceless.

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