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By Misti Lake Submitted by Misti Date: 2001 Aug 03 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.03.16.52.6181]] |
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We're out of tune, you jackass. I say tomato, you say tangerine. Yeah, they're both fruits but when's the last time you got tangerine slices in your garden salad? You are such a fraud. You told me you love brunettes, Ava Gardner is your ideal woman and I look just like her, yada yada yada...but you've got posters of blondes hanging all over your ant infested apartment! I still have the clay bowl you told me you made at church camp when you were ten. I keep my pennies in it. But that's irrelevant. I'm jubilant now that we're apart. I party every night with Rico, the gay Hispanic guy you were always eyeing. Rico thinks you look like a fat Matt Damon, so don't even think about it. I've laminated the reams of poetry you left under my bed and passed them out to hookers and homeless people downtown. We all need culture in our lives. You caused me much duress with your egomania. There are strands of red dental floss all over my bedroom carpet and handprints on all the mirrors. Nothing can ameliorate the sorrow I feel knowing that I wasted six weeks of my life with you. Once they're gone, there's no getting them back. |