And A Streetcar Named Desire.
How I traded Uber poems for bus poems.
Yes, this is me in my element.
And none for the sun okay bye.
Try saying "starch stark" five times.
would you still like me if i was an ancestral worm
If you don't know how to end a poem, end it all.
Today's score sponsored by my childhood snake obsession.
On the first day of NaPoWriMo24, I try to remember a single book and also go for a walk.
