You wake up in the morning to a text message that asks your permission in allowing a friend to get a line of your poetry tattooed. I didn’t cry but I will when I see it. I’m so happy my work affected someone so much.
Vinyl We all have edges and grooves, That play sounds. Some aren’t too sweet, Or just ambient. But you play a sound that reminds Me of May, The sun on my face. Your edges aren’t too famous, And mine don’t play well So I’m glad I found you; I think you’ve become my favourite record.