Don’t grieve that your roses have thorns.
Rejoice instead that gardening is a bloodsport.
She buried her face in his shoulder as he held her.
All that she could think was that she needed him.
That spider in the garage wasn’t going to take *itself* outside.
“When someone truly cares about you,
they make a blood oath, not an excuse.”
After all, if they’re not willing to be torn limb from limb
to keep their word, maybe they’re not willing
to be your friend.
We go together like
late night Slurpee and ho ho binges behind the 7-11, singing bad Sesame Street covers
and
hungover apology water balloons dropped from the 3rd floor balcony.
Happy Birthday, Sugar Honey!
Of course, people find gold in the sewers, too.
You have to decide how dirty you wanna get looking for it.