dear bambi,
let’s blame the pygmys when all crackers are gone from the shelves.let’s blame the gnomes when they hammer out our insides.
let’s never forget to leave the night lights on or the dream catcher unhung
let’s shoot spit balls through straws at the ceilings with our hair spiraling on the floor around our heads.
let’s paint whiskers on our cheeks and play jacks on the coffee table.
let’s curl up next to the radiator and sleep on the floor when it’s cold.
we’ll never grow up bambi. and that’s just how it should be.
love huckleberry
