Thursday, October 25, 2018


Keeping trees alive
To harvest their blood, for our
Pancakes and waffles.

written: 9/24/15

So Facebook reminded me that I tweeted this poem a few years ago and it cracked me up. I didn't remember it at all and it was one of those moments when I thought I just might be talented. And if not talented, then I am still so fucking funny. I named it Maple here because I don't tend to title my twitter poems, but that feels naked without a title here. 

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