Suddenly,
It's 1974
in our Orange House
And you feel
A lot like home to me
Yes, Alan is home.
I could write songs here
Nestled under your chin
I could write love letters,
Poems
And then...
but you are jealous of my notebook now
And my attention divided between you
And it
And the mayowing of a yellow-eyed cat
Prancing around our Orange House
Like King
Of 1974.
-Me
P.S. How quickly my resolve crumbles. Please don't steal this, random internet stumbler.
Who the Fuck is This Chick?
- JustTiff
- North Carolina, United States
- Tiffany prefers to be called just Tiff and is a writer. She has published one poem. She’s also thinking about being a comedian and makes collages when she gets bored. Recently, she took a cross country road trip and really feels like it changed her for the better. She is working on her masters in professional writing, and once completed, plans to legally change her name to Master Tiff. She currently resides in a cluttered basement apartment in Sylva, North Carolina. If you come by, please do not pet her cat on his belly, even though he rolls over on his back and puts his paws in the air as if this is exactly what he wants you to do. It's a trap. (Trust me.) She pays the bills by being a shift leader at Pizza Hut, and this is a bigger part of her life than she cares to admit. She is twenty-five years old and has no future career plans. If you are talking to her, and a song she really likes plays in the background, she will stop paying attention to you and listen to the song. This is a preexisting condition that she has never been able to do anything about, and she apologizes in advance. She also really likes it when people buy her piña coladas.
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