 |
| sage mary? i looked at him once with peroxide bangs, a mouth full of peach pits and a face of budding, pubescent treasures that would be my only relief as he smirked and left to play 'doctor' with a waiter. shore jelly? i tattooed his social security number across my head and headed out the door. there was a bag of saltine crackers and a bottle of mustard in tow. there was a determination to reach a city that lived in the garbage disposal of my short term memory, always on the tip of my tongue�. shy dandies?? i find him with my roman holiday hair cut and a black Sabrina dress. he forgets his disposition and falls in love. he smiles in complete amazement that i could turn his pretty, little fucked up head back south. shag bodies? he explodes and screams out his own name and i realize just how naked i am beneath him. he begs me 'baby, don�t be leavin� now.' i beg him to tell me the truth. he begs me for another cigarette and five more minutes of thinkin� time and i know i gotta go. soup dairies? standing on the edge of a great, empty canyon with the orange and pink whistling of a toot-toot sun disappearing, i remember the way you once liked the fatty part of my elbows and it�s all i can do to keep my shoes from leaping head long back in. strange brandy? and now, standing parallel with the daydream that became reality, i plunge my own soul deep into the smelly, rotted apples of my insides and wonder what happens next, wishing for the impossible, creating faith from the inevitable as i shamefully remember those .06 seconds when i fell in love, grew old in love, sat on the porch in love, told stories in love, ate in love, and howled your three magic words at everyone all at once as you smirked and disappeared again to a bathroom with the boy i�d never be were the most alive i�ve ever been. |
| Homage to Betty |