BRAZENLY
AND FULL OF PASSION
I THRASH TRASH BAGS AROUND
POURING COTTON INTO PILES
THINGS FALL OUT
RANDOM KNICK KNACKS
I PULL OUT PANTS
HOLD THEM UP TO MY NEW LOVER
ARE THESE YOUR PANTS?
NO. HE SAYS.
I COULD BE EMBARASSED.
MY FUCKING EX.
should i wear this?
should i wear this?
black tye event.
MANY THINGS IN PILES NOW
LET MY EMOTIONAL
BAGGAGE POUR OUT
BUT THERE ARE THINGS
THAT YOU FORGOT.
WHERE IS MY PORCELAIN TEAPOT?
WHERE ARE MY CUPS--
I HAVE NO CUPS
cant
drink out of cups
and be a bitch
anymore--
WHERE ARE MY NAILS
WHERE IS MY HAMMER?
WHERE ARE MY FLOWERS
WAIT
YOU NEVER BOUGHT ME FLOWERS.
NEVERMIND.
Friday, December 25, 2009
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