Hello Kathryn,
You left a message the other day,
I heard the phone ring,
but I didn't pick up;
didn't know how to talk to you;
or why you wanted to talk.
The **** was there to talk about?
I went to an estate sale;
big house,
big cherubs with their fat cherub hips and cheeks
and all that algae caked on their bodies
made them sick
on the front lawn.
I walked into someone else's house,
took what I wanted
and left.
Then I drove to the beach,
and I wanted you to be there,
so I could **** you.
I wanted it to be a loud,
hard ****
one that made me and you both
hurt,
one that made
my **** burn
and your cheeks blotchy,
one that made
you look at me differently
as you pulled your ******* back over your ankles,
slowly over your thighs
and quickly to your crotch;
One that made
your dress
some fabric
and your shoes
some soles;
one that made
you open the door
and just walk down the street
for a smoke
and some contemplation
about what kind of life
you were really leading;
the kind of life
where people sit in cars
and drink
and ****
all day.
I put the car in park.
The gulls sat on the dock,
raining **** on the water,
and I smoked half a pack,
just waiting.
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
Hello Kathryn,
You left a message the other day,
I heard the phone ring,
but I didn't pick up;
didn't know how to talk to you;
or why you wanted to talk.
The **** was there to talk about?
I went to an estate sale;
big house,
big cherubs with their fat cherub hips and cheeks
and all that algae caked on their bodies
made them sick
on the front lawn.
I walked into someone else's house,
took what I wanted
and left.
Then I drove to the beach,
and I wanted you to be there,
so I could **** you.
I wanted it to be a loud,
hard ****
one that made me and you both
hurt,
one that made
my **** burn
and your cheeks blotchy,
one that made
you look at me differently
as you pulled your ******* back over your ankles,
slowly over your thighs
and quickly to your crotch;
One that made
your dress
some fabric
and your shoes
some soles;
one that made
you open the door
and just walk down the street
for a smoke
and some contemplation
about what kind of life
you were really leading;
the kind of life
where people sit in cars
and drink
and ****
all day.
I put the car in park.
The gulls sat on the dock,
raining **** on the water,
and I smoked half a pack,
just waiting.
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