The Pharaoh Khufu built the pyramids for himself, so I think I'm allowed to write a second poetry book.
The poems in this book are a little bit more personal, not in the "I reveal juicy controversial childhood secrets" kind of way, but in the "why are you even telling me about these banal childhood anecdotes" kind of way, and I mean that in the best possible way.
It's about pro wrestling, feeling butts, rituals becoming routines, cats, potato chips as a metaphor for love, Slavic food, buildings in Mahanoy City that got torn down 15 years ago, and how kids from Mahanoy Area are...

A collection of 26 poems about relaxing when you can, rebuffing others when you need to, and reminiscing all of the time.
These are not the kinds of poems that go stanza after stanza without actually saying anything, nor are they the kinds of poems that have really weird enjambments (except a couple, but it's nothing too crazy). These poems aren't about unnecessarily serious topics in an unnecessarily serious tone.
If you're a fan of naps, the feeling of taking off slightly-soggy socks when you get home from work, or the jubilation when someone else cancels plans which were getting...