Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother's poetry blog.
I sat late in to the evening with a bottle of warm Mountain Dew on the pillow of the couch next to the couch I was on. It was my only company. I stared at it, lounging and dozing and wishing someone would push to contact me. I felt as though I’d waited for years. I felt as though I would wait another year. I ached and I sighed. I made a realization. Perhaps a whole truth. It permeated me suddenly. I closed my eyes, leaving the soda to it’s own devices, and I knew, that