sargsauce wrote:For in my eye-en-tea-jay, we note a degree
of stilted incapability.
When I navigate my way on ill-folded maps
through rehearsed small talk, my guard may lapse.
And she will whisper rumors of Asperger,
despite my trained eye contact.
But what are eyes, anyway, but malleable lenses?
The hollow she senses when our gazes connect
is where I swallow the light of day.
Nate wrote:And if YWS ever does become a company, Jack will be the President of European Operations. In fact, I'm just going to call him that anyways.