Monday, May 09, 2005
Skip It (the truth)
It’s been so long since when you
and him and the rest of them. Me.
Someone will
have to remind me we’ve played
together, that we’ve me before
before I can realize
that I ever missed you. I lost my
sense of loss. You did not miss
me or you would
have written. You miss my old
lover, but he’s be dead forever.
You’re just sad.
Me. I can’t open a tin can without
nicking my finger. The tip bleeds
a bubble of red.
It’s red as the polish on Rita’s toes.
She sings your songs so well in
her platform sandals.
and him and the rest of them. Me.
Someone will
have to remind me we’ve played
together, that we’ve me before
before I can realize
that I ever missed you. I lost my
sense of loss. You did not miss
me or you would
have written. You miss my old
lover, but he’s be dead forever.
You’re just sad.
Me. I can’t open a tin can without
nicking my finger. The tip bleeds
a bubble of red.
It’s red as the polish on Rita’s toes.
She sings your songs so well in
her platform sandals.
# posted by Lar @ 8:20 PM 
