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“You smell like weed and beer” I told him.
He said “Well, you smell like flowers.”
And I guess that’s why we need each other.
Complimentary like “I like your shoes”
Me, a little timid
And him, a little loud
But late night conversation revealed we were perfectly in tune.
As I play indigo lover’s songs on acoustic guitar
And he nods his head
As he lights a cigarette
And I say “I wish you wouldn’t.”
February 14th, 2004
I told myself,
“This year will not be like the others.”
I bought myself a rose
In the name of self-love
But it wept and rotted and fell down.
It smelled like wet dog
As it died—assaulting my nostrils
I think just to mock me;
And not just my rose
But all the crimson-colored merchandise,
Every cut-out heart laughed at me
Their tentacles whipping at my heart singing
“Cinderella, wash the dishes!
Cinderella, sweep the floor!”
Lee St.
On the corner
Hoop earrings
And attitude
I step over perfectly placed potholes
And pop
My hips—my lips
As I exist I explode
Into the universe like Rice Krispies
Not a bit sweet and my snap sizzles--
My crackle pop will get you
It’s risky—I’m frisky
I’ll pop pop pop
Not with a gun—but with gum
And a roll of the eyes
Not just me, but we
It’s the same when we dance—
We drop on the downbeats
We pop on the upbeats
When we sing—
It rings through bodies like hot liquor
Can’t be stopped with an advisory sticker
Always popular
When we fight
On back streets
It’s like pop pop
No names, no faces
Just live at 10 o’clock
That’s one more body on the way to the coroner
That’s one less body that chills on the corner
We escape summers that burn
In exchange for cool winters and hot Krispy Kreme
Then spring before we expected
That’s why we race the clock
There’s no time to be subtle
This is real
Sorry if that bursts your bubble
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