you know what i like?

hanging out with the super popular guy i had a crush on in high school,
the one i could never get,
and realizing he is now lame to the max.

words are so easy.

he says:
i'll send you love letters
we sleep inside of this machine. says:
you would never
he says:
i already have
he says:
i didn't know your address so i guessed.
he says:
i don't know who's reading them

with syrup.

i eat my waffles strategically.
line by line. square by square.
symetrically.

but there is no strategy to pancakes.