you by Kendra

you by Kendra # I went to work today. Got up, drank my coffee, put on pants with a zipper, all the while you clattered around behind me, pulling in whatever direction you pleased from the chain on my ankle. You with the little horns, devious eyes, and sticky fingers. You follow me every day...

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