This one time, I was visiting my parents out of state and I got a text message from a boy who I hadn’t spoken to in months. It was a haiku he had apparently written for me.
Hard body soft lips
She is a thing of beauty
Not to be wasted
It was hilarious, and so random, but what do you expect from the same dumb asshole who also shows up at your house with a mixtape and a bottle of wine an hour before you’re supposed to go to dinner together?