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By Misti Date: 2001 Nov 24 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.24.02.57.26663]] |
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hollowed out no honey left bereft as I gaze upon the glowing neon Pepsi sign closing my eyes I see the intricate design you drew on my tummy with your index finger you murmured "yummy" said I was a dead ringer for Liz Taylor in "A Place in the Sun" I was a sexy someone new just a small yet exceptionally well-lit town you were cruising through you ran a red light on a Saturday night the cops didn't catch you but you caught me a wistful angel without a Christmas tree so much free crap if you've got the credit I'm hoping you won't think me pathetic if I show up plumeria soap scented bearing chicken noodle soup for the b-movie actor's soul your role is tacky but you play it with style I'd send postcards to your agent from my last mile while Rome is burning I'm learning the politics of lust like a coyote leaving his tracks in the dust I'm careless as I reach for the telephone knowing there's no poetry in "I am alone." |