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Mondays

I’ve begun recycling emotions

so they’ll last longer

and we can save the rat-bag planet.

 

Sometimes I jump in elevators

I did it this morning

on the third floor

this guy looked at me, askance.

“Do you think you’re going to live forever?” I demanded.

 

Sometimes I look at Peter and think

that he’s the sexiest guy on earth

I want to ravish him - and we’re at breakfast.

Can a boyfriend be TOO perfect?

“I could do better,” I tell him, out of the blue

- because you’ve got to keep them on their toes.

“Don’t beat yourself up,” he said, looking up

from his buttery-croissant, sympathetically.

“You’re doing your best,” he added.

“Wait,” I said, “what are we talking about?”

.

.

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Written by
anaisvionet
22 / F / France
Published
Jan 12
Lines·Words
24·148
Tags
#mondays#hotness#elevator#jumping#boyfriends#humor
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