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By Misti Date: 2005 May 19 Comment on this Work [[2005.05.19.19.37.893]] |
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this is so sad these tree house tirades we are up in a tree we could not be more irrelevant if we were eight years old and stealing cookies from Grandma's Winnie the Pooh jar we rumble a sad jumble of intent and passion dusty with dreams both of us so sadly broken and beyond whatever true hope was once there a flashlight beacon from the backyard leading us back to the warmth the security of bunk beds and a bathroom with Dixie cups down the hall too tired to fuck we cuddle play like the Marry Me teddy bear is our baby reminding me of my stint as a warden trainee in class I learned that in prison even the heterosexual women so starving for love hook up with other women and crotchet dolls to act as their fantasy babies oh man this is too terrible to tolerate this heavy heavy sorrow endured beneath this heavy heavy heat no money for Caesar salad with wine and a movie once a week let alone a trip to San Francisco making merry for the camera like the years have all melted Hershey style we are muddled and mired stuck in a tree the only members of this pathetic club. |