An Ode to Michael Who Was Far From an Angel

Seven years I pined, and for what?

Photo by Jean-Guy Nakars on Unsplash

I feel like I have to preface this little interlude with some facts.

One, you must understand that I come from a very repressed (to put it lightly) upbringing. You’ve read some stories mentioning my Baptist schooling, right? Well, that wasn’t all of it. For instance, my mother’s first reaction to learning I…