I Don't Understand the Things I Do

Opium Magazine accepted one of my poems so I bought an iron and an ironing board. I don't know why I did this. I feel like it doesn't make sense. I think I was thinking:

1.) Now that I feel like a baller I can afford to iron my pants.


2.) Opium accepted one of my poems. That is great, but my pants still have wrinkles in them.

I don't know what I was thinking. Please enjoy my poem in Opium 8 when it comes out. Thanks Todd Zuniga and Opium Folks.



Anonymous said...

I lost my cell phone Friday night. It's now noon on Monday, and I'm still phone-less. There is a palpable sense of detachment setting in, a sense of the cords that binds oneself to daily life coming untethered.

Perhaps the iron and ironing board represent the opposite: a form of attachment to the new you who has poems published in Opium, an anchor to progress.

Or, it could be the baller reason.

steven karl said...

Congrats on Opium. Balla fa rils! Don't forget to iron dem plaid shirt shits you be rockin' to, son!

Amy Lawless said...

it's well known that side effects of opium addiction include (but are not limited to): sleepiness, hyper-vigilance, and obsessive pant acquisition/maintenance.

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