It took me a long time to figure out why I like this poem. The title alone kills me. I’ve made up a story about how it relates to the actual poem, but I’m less than 50% confident on it. I also love that it captures how much goes on in one’s mind mid-sentence. We have to wait for an inner dialog or narration to find out what must must be awful. When we finally find out, it’s unexpected, sweet, and mean, all at the same time.

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