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By Misti Date: 2003 Sep 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.17.04.35.27968]] |
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a week gone by and I am still looking for clues to prove to myself that you happened to me last Friday night tonight I finally took the gray sweater I had worn on our date and tossed onto my cluttered dresser and hung it up in the closet but not until I had inhaled the stale smell of cigarette smoke tonight I threw a small party for myself stir fried some vegetables drank a frosty beer painted an old rotary phone with all my different shades of nail polish did myself a favor and carried out the garbage scraped the candle wax off the kitchen counter loaded the dishwasher studied a screenplay you happened, for sure I know you weren't a hallucination or yet another fickle figment of my fertile imagination because there's an alligator on my bedside table adorned with Mardi Gras beads and there's a look on my face that says This Shit is Getting Old. |