I've been thinking of a way to write this poem all day.
Last night, I ate a brownie. And I thought I was okay. I ate another brownie. And I spent my night in Harvard Square high off my mind. It's a crazy feeling to panic, and freak out, and know where your heart is. My boyfriend and I took the train home. We got off a stop early. I threw up all the cheese I had earlier. I'm lactose intolerant. I think he believes me now. I slept until 4pm today. My boyfriend is the best. It's very irrelevant to the poem, but he is. I hope you understand how relevant you are to my life. At this place and time.
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