Poetry Time, Tennyson Edition

Y’all, I was a weird kid. It’s debatable whether kid me or adult me is the weirder, but all of me likes reading. I rode the bus to and from elementary school for a while, sometime in 5th or 6th grade, and the protective talisman I chose to lug back and forth from home to…

Hello, what is happening?!

Like my cats, sometimes I am deeply suspicious despite the fact that I have no idea what is going on. I have heard there are people whose default mode isn’t side eye and mistrust, but I’m not sure I believe in them. You could call me a pessimist, or a realist, but on good days,…