my boss, elelu
for three weeks,
you have whispered,
“don’t you love me?
why have you left me
after 38,000 glorious words together?”
out of guilt,
i heeded your pleas,
bringing you to the store for
quality editwalking.
retrieving my forgotten pencil
from the passenger seat,
i left my keys in pencil’s stead.
i've never loved sitting outside a grocery store so much!
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