I am too smart for my own good.
I know you are with her from your photos. I know you spent the night in her bed. I would be naïve to think nothing else happened.
I have never known a man to own a makeup mirror. You don't have a stove top at your place to cook the noodles you posted about. I didn't hear from you for many hours.
I have watched too many detective shows. I have solved too many puzzles. I am too smart for my own good. But maybe it is better than being foolish to the possibility.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
ŞiirFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
