To clarify, my comment is corny, not the poem. The poem is anything but corny. It is edgy and gritty and honest and raw and shamelessly looks right through me, a complete stranger.
You can eat raw rice. I know. It is a myth that it will swell up and explode your stomach. Some people quit throwing it at weddings,, because they incorrectly assumed birds would eat it and blow up.
Being a reformed rescuer- Thank you for teaching me that I'm nobody's Savior- is truly powerful
Thank you!
well it made me cry like I did maybe 25plus years ago, the first time I saw you in Seattle --one of your first stand ups I think. Thank you.
Thank you! 25 years ago! Wow!
Love “Exile can also be asylum!”! YES!!!
Ah, thank you! Yes is right.
That raw rice was edible but not appetizing!
It is corny, and I hesitate to write this comment, but...OK. This poem made me cry. Thank you.
Thank you.
To clarify, my comment is corny, not the poem. The poem is anything but corny. It is edgy and gritty and honest and raw and shamelessly looks right through me, a complete stranger.
I read it correctly! And thank you again.
You can eat raw rice. I know. It is a myth that it will swell up and explode your stomach. Some people quit throwing it at weddings,, because they incorrectly assumed birds would eat it and blow up.
That raw rice was edible but not appetizing!