She was hungry so hungry. And she was trying to think clear. But she kept opening the fridge door. And looking at the mustard and the beer. And then finally she went out into the rain.
She was shaking and talking louder and louder. Each sentence was sifted to a very fine powder. Her face was wet and tight, her grip was cold and light.
she went over to his apartment. clutching her decision. and he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?. so she built a skyscraper of procrastination.
Second intermission. Anticipation. You know the third act. Small talk drops out of the play. You're standing in the lobby. Tightening your tourniquet.
Baby if you like. What you see see see see. Then make me feel nice. And baby tell me, tell me. Tell me with your eyes. Tell me in the glance of a hand.
You're my seeing eye dog and I am blind. You take me there every time. With that winning combination of loyal and kind. Your eyes like wells to the water of your mind.
Yes,. Us people are just poems. We're ninety percent metaphor. With a leanness of meaning. Approaching hyper-distillation. And once upon a time. We were moonshine.
Pavlov hits me with more bad news. Every time I answer the phone. So I play and I sing and I just let it ring. All day when I'm at home. A defacto choice of macro.
He caresses every bottle. Like it's the first one he's had. Saying. It ain't love. . But it ain't bad. It's the only reward. Bestowed upon me. And I have served faithfully.
I cannot name this. I cannot explain this. And I really don't want to. Just call me shameless. I can't even slow this down. Let alone stop this. And I keep looking around.
How come I can pick my ears. But not my nose. Who made up that rule anyway. How can you say that's the way it is. . That's just the way it goes. Why don't you decide for yourself.
I'm a pixie. I'm a paper doll. I'm a cartoon. I'm a chipper cheerful free for all. . And I light up a room. I'm the color me happy girl. Miss live and let live.
Life knocked me off my platforms. So I pulled out my first pair of boots. Bought on the street at Astor place. Before new york was run by suits. And I suited up for the long walk.
Lately I've been glaring into mirrors picking myself apart. You'd think at my age I'd thought of something better to do. Than making insecurity into a full time job.
Promiscuity is nothing more than traveling. There's more than one way to see the world. And some of us like to stick close to home. And some of us are Columbus.
You're taking up lots of space. Your shit is everywhere. Your breath is all up in my face. Your hands are swarming in the air. You're the first one out of the car and then.
Who knew. At this party that. I would walk in and I'd see you. I guess now. . We could just get drunk. Yeah, and that would be our excuse. You could slip.
You crawled into my bed. Like some sort of giant insect. And I found myself spellbound. At the sight of you there. . Cocooned in my room,. Beautiful and grotesque and all the rest of that bug stuff.
As dolls go I am broken. And you could just let that get us off the hook. But from under the umbrella of the unspoken. I see you giving me that look. .