Ross Vassilev currently lives in central Ohio where he writes poetry
and listens to the Rolling Stones in addition to playing Internet chess. He's
also a wannabe bodybuilder.
Delicious
I was standing
At the window
Eating a flavored
Yogurt in my
Underwear.
I think it was strawberry.
The yogurt
Not my underwear.
It was a warm
Sunny day.
I was enjoying the view:
The shadow of the tree
Falling on the sunlit grass
When my elderly neighbors
Walked by and saw me.
They looked away
And moved on
Quickly.
I’m not sure if it was
My underwear or
My fat belly. Perhaps
A combination of the two.
Anyway, it was a lovely morning
And the yogurt was delicious.
