Right on the heels of my last post: speaking of secrets… I should’ve kept my mouth shut! Honestly… Didn’t I just say there were things … nah, you know what? This is on me. My big mouth ran away with me, and I sent Diana my poems, from back in the day. Now, I’ve got her and my editor running after me with pitchforks and torches.
As if that’s not enough, they keep spamming me with DO IT! GIFs…
I haven’t written one in 10 years!
Oh, and they’ve resorted to riling each other up, saying I need to turn those things into a collection…
Yeah, last time I checked, 20 poems a collection not make.
I should really learn to keep my mouth shut…
