Tellin my parents

I'm tellin my parents tommorrow. I think it'll go fine, but if anyone feels like praying that it will, i'd appreciate it.

Jake

Dedicated to My Roommate (whom I actually get along well with)

Tis the night be for the final
Poetry is coming due
And I sit here writing, rhyming—chatting with my roommate too.
“Poetry?” he says, “You’re gay man. Do you do ballet as well?”
Smack! My fist conveys my answer as I ring his dull thick bell.