🎲 Alea iacta est 🎲
when I’m wearing a garter belt there’s no conquest unconquerable
Ave poetry readers! Kneading together Kelly’s short and sweet and quirky piece from last week, some Saturday night kissing, and not wanting to do the work required for her masters’ application, and the TikTok dude who rolls dice to make sandwiches, Larissa has baked this fresh poetry loaf for you! Enjoy!
Alea iacta est
Blow a kiss for good luck cause I’m casting my spell to get out of here. Who needs the Rubicon when I’m wearing a garter belt there’s no conquest unconquerable. We need to knead all the flour into bread while we have the time to carbohydrate my lips with yours. I have no interest in work as liberation, that's not what Rome is about! We should totally just STAB CAESAR!
Was that too weird?
Your poetry assignment for this week is to roll the dice.
You mixed that together splendidly. All that is left to say: Et tu, Larissa?