Birthday Poem
"Just have fun," she said.
This morning, I woke up 25.
There's still a five-year-old chick in my eyes.
First thought?
I should have gotten that tattoo.
Let's go for a ride.
My car is parked under I-95 which is framing a thickly pink sunrise.
6 miles, 7 minutes.
I'm playing traffic games with XPN under the channel 6 hot air balloon.
My dimples are hugging my cheek bones.
Every follicle on my scalp appreciates your best wishes.
The sunrise is behind me now and I'm staring at a mack truck butt.
Clouds emerge and I guess we're all growing older.
"2 ounces of fun," said my Wegman's espresso man.
Dear Breakfast Sandwich,
I love you, prematurely.
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