By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 5 May 2000
Lacy Spacy Lalala
Friday night and other girls are cooking dinner for their
boyfriends and watching video rentals
or maybe they're dancing with a group of their friends
hoping to find HIM
or maybe on a whim they are playing miniature golf or air hockey
anything to fill the hours and not seem pathetic
then there is this girl
me
pathetic and PROUD
alone in my apartment
cold beer
candles lit
I sit in the dark
in my lace
and maybe I look at the moon
and smile 'cause I've been found
and not a second too soon
or maybe I eat ecstasy with a spoon
or maybe I swoon over a certain song
on the stereo
or a certain voice on the telephone
I am alone
but complete
and sweet as white chocolate
in my complacent bliss
this is how I get by
sigh after sigh
the sky fills me up and nothing else is needed
no ego gratification
no small talk
no bogus social outlet
no false sense of security with a herd
of brainless bovine caricatures
I'm a spacy Andromeda
eatin' windfall fruit
from the Tree
of Knowledge
I take all the broken pieces and
make a collage
my cleavage is cute
but there is so much else
to contend with
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