not pictured: goat cheese
me. wine. shakespeare. goat cheese.
fancy, right?
i thought so too, for a minute. for a second it felt perfect.
but now there is goat cheese all over my pages,
my eyes hurt from squinting in this beauty enhancing dim light,
and i really just can't wait to finish this glass so that i can go home
to stretch pants.
but for a second it felt perfect.
metaphor for life?
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