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.