I am too smart for my own good.
I know you are with her from your photos. I know you spent the night in her bed. I would be naïve to think nothing else happened.
I have never known a man to own a makeup mirror. You don't have a stove top at your place to cook the noodles you posted about. I didn't hear from you for many hours.
I have watched too many detective shows. I have solved too many puzzles. I am too smart for my own good. But maybe it is better than being foolish to the possibility.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoesíaFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.