A Recall

Poem:

In the past I have been very grandiose and elitist about my mornings but it has been all about who in them I am meeting. Now I am starting do the same thing to my evenings. My evening has become the little brother of my morning and thus I have no mourning. I refuse to follow other people so I sit at sundown. I keep my stomach almost empty to allow for re-entry. Your annihilation is like God doing a recall. DS Poem January 21, 2019 #annihilation