this post is for mike a.k.a. something about love and throwing someone in a bush a.k.a. NOW WE ARE TWENTY-TWO

hottness.

for those of you who don’t know him, this is mike. he is my dear friend from ann arbor. we used to hang out all the time but now he lives in chicago and gets up at 5 in the morning to teach underprivileged high-schoolers biology ALL DAY LONG. what a life. he is so attractive, men have been known to throw themselves at his feet while riding the L, in hopes of persuading him out on a date. “just one date, please?” today is his twenty-second birthday and there he is, in chicago, getting up early and teaching the kids some more. happy birthday, mr. k!

before mike and i went out into the world and got “serious jobs,” as you might call them, we would sit on the front stoop of my blue house in ann arbor, drinking cheap wine out of coffee mugs and typing stupid poems into an old typewriter my roommate found at the thrift store. one night, when our friend jessica was off doing something bougie with her mom like going on a cruise and our friend joey was off doing something much, much less bougie like working in a car factory, we wrote a poem and dedicated it to them. here it is, for you, mike!