Don't get me wrong. I'm happy to be your morning lollipop, but I need to eat, too.
Striking DistanceInk runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.
Selected PoemsThe only way to eat Cheerios is without cheer. Could a product name be more of an oxymoron?
Sleepwalking is resterciseWhat's the point of having a book club if you don't get to eat brownies and drink wine?
The Middlesteins