judge not, lest ye...
she crushed the pop-top of a chevy conversion van in 1986
he never let her forget about it.
she continued to tangle with immobile objects in the years since.
he scoffed and suggested an assault on a moving target.
he tried to cram an 8"8 wheelchair van under a 7"6 clearance sign.
she has yet to hear the story.
he has finally realized that reciprocity is a son-of-a-bitch.
A Poem for National Poetry Day
3 weeks ago