not if you were the last poet on earth
2017-06-28 7:15 p.m.

sitting at the Olive Garden bar in Fresno and listening to a new waiter from Memphis repeat "moscato." he met his fiancé through some game and moved here. it seems so unbelievable and far fetched. how do people beat the odds? why am I so particular?

...:: if you are reading this, amazing, and hate me, there is a chance I will chase you for eternity.

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