That’s all the story.
FOR THE HATERS:
I hate Apple computers, french onion dip, and those little fake sausage balls they put on pizza. So go ahead and hate poetry if you want, I can’t even pretend to give a shit. Just remember that hate is a negative energy that infests your heart and poisons it and doesn’t like to leave. And poetry lives and breathes and offers us a glimpse into the souls of those we choose to share it with. And come to think of it, I don’t mind french onion dip so much.