he was peeling the exfoliating mask off his face, wandering around the kitchen wearing high black socks a la Bird Man, his navy bathrobe circa 1979, emanating a slight smell of mildew; his new Ed Hardy shoes from Nordstrom Rack gracing his feet.
I was really hoping there'd be a picture to go along with this poem when I read the title, but then I was okay with the lack of photo after I read it. ;)
I was really hoping there'd be a picture to go along with this poem when I read the title, but then I was okay with the lack of photo after I read it. ;)
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