But I do.
You trace the constellation freckles on my arms.
You do not mind the hair on them,
though I do.
There are, of course, things that I do not mind.
You wake up in the middle of the night to brush your teeth.
I do not mind that you woke me up.
You apologize.
I love your quirks.
YOU ARE READING
Zoning out at Work Vibes
PoetrySometimes at work, the idea for a story or poem pops into my head. No one said I should write them down, but I've decided to try anyway. Maybe you will think it is awful, but I already love this. About halfway through, I begin to mix in some of my o...
