Do I want to come over?
Girl, I want to run to you like
you're the last roll of toilet paper
on the store shelf.
You may not have
the cure to coronavirus,
but you are the cure
for my steam-rolled self confidence
and cold nights spent eating Moose tracks ice cream.
I will serenade your awesomeness,
from six feet away.
I will send you love notes,
written on the inside of
surgical face masks.
I would love to come over,
what are your thoughts on hazmat suits?
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My Asphyxiated Mind: the Works of a Lonely Poet
PoetryThe introduction to the dark slimy chasm of my mind. This collection contains poems that are dark, humorous, and relatable.