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By Misti Date: 2004 Feb 22 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.22.04.35.6426]] |
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does he smell the bloody fish on me does he see waggling bait is he waiting for eye contact and a smile or a kick in the balls does he pass me in the halls thinking he has it made all the pretty maids bleeding in a row another ho to show the ropes in hopes of no public hanging a pretty wedding at sunset under the big oak tree instead and a bed to wallow in without the guilt under Grandma's quilt snug as a bug on drugs glowing with hugs and promises bloated with cake and no mistakes does he take me for a varnished trophy does he think of a shelf does he think of himself wounded me the healer a wheeler dealer in faded hiphuggers here to kiss his ghosts away does he keep me at bay saying She is Double Trouble is he waiting to see me snapped up by a hungrier meaner leaner fish? |