At times I glimpse at you and think, "now's about time to take it off." Then i'm like, well what else have I got on me that I've kept since 7th grade? You're a blamelessly cheap and tacky piece of jewelry and I don't see what harm it'll be to go on another few years or so with you wrapped (sometimes wiggle-ly) around my left second toe either under thick winter socks or summer flats, or in a puddle of splishy-splashy water & soapy foam when I shower, or pressed atop ticklish sun-bleached grass during fine, fine days in the park.
I guess you could call me sentimental & overattached and that'd be true indeed.
