By sarah iristakeroot@aol.com
Date: 7 June 2000
prelude to vulgarity
i hate when lightening ends
and when the storms subside
i want to hear the thunder
and feel it while the sky
swirls around me and the night
seems to enclose on my skin
and create little sparks of electricity
i can't sleep through a night
without waking up three or four times
i asked my mother, she said i've always done
that, i chalked it up to a restless spirit
in flight and the dreams couldn't contain me
i mispronounce words and i can be vulgar
i prop my elbows on a table and i like
burping outloud
i drink a beer when i come home from work
and sex can be an addiction
i love indigo and go crazy over
dancing in the rain and shaking my wet hair
all over you
my pet fish butch just died
and here i am feeling bitter because this
is what i have to offer you
gee, why oh why did you leave me behind......
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