Remember these with me:
My pretty's arms, all cut up.
The sly toilet goblin. Our reflections - skin pink, skin green.
You in a stupor. A visible vapor.
Pretty boys in pretty dresses with heels higher than mine, higher than you.
Tiny, flavored portions.
What killed me was - I knew I loved you more.
And never, ever, would I stop loving you. More.
And then we were done.
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This is 'major edit number 2' to the train of thought that became this poem. I'm more or less happy with it. If you think something is misspelled or mis-stated it's probably not.
The title needs work, though. The title is a non sequitur right now.
And it's a little too blunt but - oh well.
Posted by acr at June 22, 2007 07:07 AM | TrackBack