Angela,
would you ever
come back?
I've been asking
this question
as the licquor
subsides.
I've been
sleeping
on it,
just to take
its weight down.
I ate
three tasteless burgers,
and rummaged
through their tomatoes
looking for your lips
red as cherries.
Hopefulness
is a disease,
a cancer
because it spreads
in violent fingers.
The **** of my heart
has begun
before the burgers
settled.
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 7:30 PM UTC
Angela,
would you ever
come back?
I've been asking
this question
as the licquor
subsides.
I've been
sleeping
on it,
just to take
its weight down.
I ate
three tasteless burgers,
and rummaged
through their tomatoes
looking for your lips
red as cherries.
Hopefulness
is a disease,
a cancer
because it spreads
in violent fingers.
The **** of my heart
has begun
before the burgers
settled.
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