they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008


and everything
plays over in my mind
until i can no longer hear
the beats of my heart
or the tap
of that clock on the wall -
the one i got free when i spent too much money
on a swimming suit
that i justified because it actually fit
and covered the right places
and accented the others
and i liked the pattern
and the way the bottom was skirted -
a fashion i was glad to usher back in.

because i've never liked the way
pool apparel and i fit together
or the way i feel
all porcelain and cream
next to bronze, leathery blonds
with too much makeup
and too little fabric.

but now it's winter
and i guess things like that don't matter anyway.


  • At 2:01 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Babe, your cuter than all the over-done blond bombshells. Hope you can someday believe that.

  • At 10:10 AM, Blogger Unknown said…


    I think you are a great person. I actually am getting your humor. Let me get to know you. I hope you are feeling better



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