I have all these poems that just sit in a folder labeled "Amy, you are a complete bag of shit and I wish you would do more with your brain"

I can start to share some of them here bc they are too long for instagram

unfortunately, we are not good at this part

talking about the way things end

where the tears meet the skyline chili

up on olentangy river road

and we always laughed how

the old tom tom gps in the car said olen-TANGY

like the road somehow had a strong, piquant taste

and there are other places too