Untitled Life is a McDonald’s ice cream machine, always broken, and I am high in the drive thru at 2am. I cannot check a McBroken that does not exist. There’s no FTC to investigate. All of Life’s competitors make sure to mock me on…
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Poetry Marathon Submission #12
“I am absolutely going to find you.” You left with my bag of books. I had testing tomorrow, and you ran off. I took my shower, washed my hair. I made a snack for both of us. On the table it was all set for…