Capital Letters Are So Not Poetry

In the delivery room. Everybody had to make their own capital. He was saying to her as a joke capital letters are so not poetry. I was busy looking at her wondering if maybe I could have a chance with her. Maybe she would look at me a certain way. There was nothing in the fridge. Nothing that I wanted. She is out of his league and my league and everybody else’s league also. She is even out of her own league. Remember when people used to show how interested they were in you. When it doesn’t happen you will know that it had value. When they do not show that interest any more. No one’s interested in you any more. No one that you do not know already. Oh and by the way, remember how when someone is approaching you as though they’re interested in you, how you are suspicious of that interest. That’s spaghetti. With tomato sauce. With or without meat, or Ford Nation. Some words are not appetizing.