Baby new cat
I love your little tummy
Full of mama cat milk
Your little round belly
I try to tickle
To make you giggle
And lightly mew
“bew bew bew”

You make me laugh
We crack ourselves up
Over the silly things we say

It’s so much more than a smile
It’s so much more than a touch
You need me and I need you

Rewind 28 years plus:

You were so serious I thought
When I used to look at your picture
How old is this guy anyway?

Your serious ‘stache,  your serious poems
I saw those books at your grandmas home
They seemed so deep to me

Little did I know
You had lots more to show
First thing you said to me “read this poem”

Is this the guy with the blue notebooks?
The guy who seems too old for me
He seems very genuine, guess we will see.

You wanted to know what I thought
No one cared before
I was too quiet for my own good

Flattered you asked
It was a subject I knew
It let me know you were deep as a welllll... let’s see were this goes

Fast forward 28 years plus:

I sit here laughing
Because you made me
I know what your thinking

You sit there laughing
Because I made you
You know what I’m thinking

Me and you, you and me
Who knew from day one
You hooked me with a read

Deep down I think you knew
I was the girl for you
You needed me to hear you

Deep down I think I knew
You were the boy for me
I needed to hear you too

It’s almost unspoken
To know someone this way
You needed me and I needed you

I’ve had that dream of school
When you forget your classes
When you forgot to go to PE and
Don’t graduate
When you can’t wake up
Because your dreaming inside
Another dream and you scream
Having a baby and it’s not real
And feel sad and relieved
The one where I get shot and
Felt the bullet
The one about the plane
Crashing and burning
Right in front of me
And I feel the heat from the fireball
The one where someone’s
Chasing me and I jump
Out of bed to hide, to my poor husbands fright “what is wrong?”
The ones where I’m having
An asthma attack and I can’t breath
The vivid one about concentration camp and I am hiding children from the ovens
And they still don’t make it
And it’s in black and white and
Woke up angry and depressed

The extra strange rest of them I can’t and won’t share

Relieved in real life these aren’t real
I’ve always wanted to share my dreams and frightmares
Sorry in advance for any bad dreams

My way:

Bread face up
Peanut butter
Jelly on top of peanut butter
Bread face down on top is the closer

Someone else’s way:

Both breads face up
Peanut butter on one bread
Jelly on the other bread
Put together like prayer hands

Your way is wrong!

No....your way is wrong!

My way is right!

No....my way is right!

Does it really matter?

******.

I want that one
But it’s not ripe
It doesn’t matter
If I don’t like it
I can just throw
It away

I held my pen
Pressed on the paper
Yet to write
It bled ink
Into a giant pool
Blots of my thoughts
Big enough so
There was no eraser
What did it mean
Was it something bigger
Does it have to mean
Anything except
New pens I figure

Don’t catch stupider
We get it from ignorance
The cure may cost us dear
And its very lengthy
And we don’t have
That kind of time

If we all had as many real loves
To behold
If we all had as many real likes
To behold
If we all had as many real friends
To behold
As social media posts have
Real happiness would overflow

1890
It was a nearly "unmentionable" product for years, and consumers were often embarrassed to ask for it by name or even be seen buying it.

Timid shoppers simply asked for "Two, please," and the clerk presumably knew what they wanted.

To keep things discreet, @@@@was packaged and sold in brown paper wrappers.

We had one once
Remember?
It wasn't much
It could of been better
It was a while ago
Something was missing
That's why it was so pitiful
Cheap stuff just doesn't last
Probably discounted
It only held a fan and some pills