Cheese Sandwich

I don’t think I ever thought about you in any way other than as The Man.
I can’t write anymore I’m too full of a cheese sandwich I ate way earlier.
I guess I shouldn’t worry about what we were having for breakfast or any meal.
All I wanted was to see you in the morning.
I woke up alone.
In the midst of my mind wandering I was foolish enough of that sandwich.
And of your intentions in asking my dinner plans. You already knew.
You already knew everything. When it started to storm later, your twitter account finally made sense to me.
Especially today after I heard on NPR that the Beatitudes are all under 140 characters.


by: N.S. and H.M

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