Cell phone numbers bought on two faced receipts.
Love's a fucking novelty.
Half past ten and three missed calls;
Forgive me if I second guess this.
I let my voice of reason take a break.
She didn't get home til sixAM.
Diet wallets and bulimic hearts.
Text messages and hallelujahs have me wincing,
And sordid curiosity has me smiling.
This is Karma when she's had a bad day.
Wake up tomorrow to find the clovers leafless.
Rewind. Record. Reread.
Opened the cage to set Polly free; only to find her unbreathing.
Everybody look at their shoes.
Leave my hands on your neck
"Cliches are the new new."
1 comment:
happy thanksgiving. or something like that.
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