I’m gonna love you, Big Ego.
I’m gonna stretch my arms to your brittle peaks
and embrace you
and not let go
until you crumble back to sweetness.
That funhouse mirror convinced you it was true.
March 27, 2016
The Epiphany of Yeast-Raised Waffles
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