It's unlikely that rap music will ever overtake the sound of waves shuffling across a Montana mountain lake. Improbable that two words could topple you with laughter. Implausible that only my kiss could stop you from drowning in mirth.
But
then a chrome-and-glitter wakeboard boat emerged, with too-loud music thumping.
"Butt-wipes,"
I said of them.
I
swear, honey, you would have died laughing had I not enfolded you.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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