Hour 8: Emoji poem

I am ignorant of emoji. I see their scoffing faces looking up at me, knowing I can’t distinguish a plea from a pensive. The details all swarm together until they’re rolling on the floor laughing at my unamused face.

This is me (based on my most-used emojis)

This is me, filled to the brim with pink hearts and covered in sweet paw prints. Oh look, there is a ball of yarn! Did someone leave me that as a present? I do want to vomit when I view the one I call The…