A Dash of Mind-Numbing Fear

We went swimming in our clothes. Took off only our socks And jumped into the deep end. Yesterday, I laughted so hard I started sobbing. Do you know how frustrating it is To bury yourself in a blanket, Nearly choke yourself on the fabric, And still be unable to stop laughing? Irma doesn't make me angry anymore, Not really, But thinking about that weekend Still gives me that icky, Trapped-panicked-angry-depressed feeling. I want to go back to the square. Explore Underground Books, Get a cannoli and pick and leaf off a tree. I still have the leaf from the first time. Slang still confuses the hell out of me. Your slang especially. There are 103 days Until my first semester of college begins And I'm no less scare of where that leaves us Than I was a year ago. The only person who understands all of this Is the only one who needed to hear it.