Man, What A Day.
"I-I-I Lu-lu—ve Yu-Yu-You," I stuttered,
“I-I-I Lu-lu-ve Yu-You too,” I stuttered back.
The mirror didn’t care, it kept looking on
toothpaste splattered, fogged
crack straight up the
segmenting one into two parts that
fall short of the whole
two little devils that dance inbetween.