Dear I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter [Letter #2]

You’re still in the back of my fridge, lonely as God. This is how we’re similar: at times we’ve resigned to let the heat of this world ruin us, we may or may not be genetically modified, we’ve both been judged based on what we are not. I know it doesn’t matter—you don’t care that … Continue reading Dear I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter [Letter #2]