Hello! I'm just an artist trying to actually make a living on my art rather than my soul-crushing Part-Time job. All the poems you see on my blog are originals by me, and I'm trying to decide if I should make a chapbook available for purchase on my Etsy.
Let me know what you think!
My uncle, who grew up a poor immigrant on a pig farm, became a heart surgeon and keeps marrying into wealth. His third wife is from old money. She’s very sweet and I do love her to death but she’s completely out of touch with anyone who is not born wealthy. She told me “Oh you simply MUST rent a villa in Italy for a summer. It’s so great.” Bless my uncle, he just started laughing his ass off and said, “Joan, normal people don’t do that.”
She was so confused.
Can “Joan, normal people don’t do that” be added to the “Harold, they’re lesbians” litany?
Anonymous
