Fertilizer Poem

“Yup. Smells like fertilizer,” she said, as she diligently folded the letter. The poem was sappy and nostalgic; full of sweet-nothings that they hadn’t felt for each other, in ages. She opened the window and tossed, what was now, a paper airplane, outside. She danced, while she sang, “Forget You”, as if it were aContinue reading “Fertilizer Poem”