Listen,
I'm really sorry
for not finishing
the teleportation device
like I promised.
I've misplaced my blowtorch
& I really do ****
at whipping up blueprints.
[I hate numbers & measuring.
more than most things in life.
So please don’t make me.]
I realize it would be beneficial
for everyone
if I just buckled down
& made it happen;
if I didn't sleep for months
& somehow managed to
defy all principles
of space & time.
I'm a woman with gumption, see?
I could definitely do it.
But there's something
devilishly attractive
revolving around the idea
of being without
such an ultramodern convenience.
**Or maybe
I just revel in
making you
work for it.**
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
Listen,
I'm really sorry
for not finishing
the teleportation device
like I promised.
I've misplaced my blowtorch
& I really do ****
at whipping up blueprints.
[I hate numbers & measuring.
more than most things in life.
So please don’t make me.]
I realize it would be beneficial
for everyone
if I just buckled down
& made it happen;
if I didn't sleep for months
& somehow managed to
defy all principles
of space & time.
I'm a woman with gumption, see?
I could definitely do it.
But there's something
devilishly attractive
revolving around the idea
of being without
such an ultramodern convenience.
**Or maybe
I just revel in
making you
work for it.**
© Bitsy Sanders, September 2013
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