Here's a little thing I wrote this morning, a silly-sweet ode to my friends. To friendship, I suppose. (maybe fiendship, haha.) Comrades in arms We’re a cartoon parade a platoon volatile and jolly. A second line, a peanut gallery sporting rotten things— vim and vitriol, endless collaborations of mockery and gentle mean-spiritedness. A swirling whirl, bright splinters and barbs; elaborate scenarios that populate and… Continue reading We who have each other’s backs
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