Because I'm not. Usually.
But, alas, I didn't.
So instead, here's a poem that I wrote a bit ago but haven't shared yet.
Toe Tag on a Shoe
One of these days
I’m going to write a calling card
And tattoo it on the bottom
of my foot:
If found please return
To another time
(Maybe another place
if you can find one
better)
So when I’m found
With my head in my arms
Warm blood turning thick
in my sluggish veins
Some kind soul
can revive me
with my own instructions.
I question the prosidy, but I like the sentiment.
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