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i want lingerie
i want pearls
of sweat
i want ladybug luck
i want butterflies
i want a night
in shining
amor
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Yellow is my favorite color!
she exclaims
As of today? because
this is news to me
Nah, maybe last week
i mean, it's the color of sunshine!
and smiley faces
and golden retrievers and-
Bananas, i have to add
because she's peeling one
even though it's hard to tell
since it matches her tank top
so astoundingly well
Exactly! she smiles
nothing yellow there
only white, now that the braces are off
anyhow,
while she rambles on
and offers some fruit to a chipmunk
i pick a dandelion
one that hasn't wilted
into wishes yet
and she flashes that piano key grin
when i present her with the **** and
she sticks the thing behind her ear
just like a pencil
pretty little ears that haven't been
pierced
thank you! it's perfect!
and she flings her arms around my neck
just to prove it
then she parades away
straight for the sidewalk
bright flowery dot
bopping around in her curls
and as of today,
yellow will always be
my favorite shade of everything

the altar has grown
colder
heaven must have gone and
frozen over

i recall the night you
shrugged and said
(whilst drinking on the roof of a
baptist church
which was, the closest either of us
will ever get to heaven)
"we're just the crackheads of
hollywood
without the fame and
without the drugs and
we can't afford to die at
twenty-seven
so we go crazy on the dime
and that's all right
because life sure likes
to take its time
draining the stars
from our eyes..."

mirror eyes
fresh from the fight
i was the shotgun
and you were the
lead foot
and i need a hero
was blasting from
our lungs
revving to the moon
golden disco on the lake
strobing through the backdrops
chasing your cap and clutch
and you
bypassed our mailbox
just so we could
soar a little further
head first into the
morning light

(thank god it was
a long night)

oh, there's orion!
i point to the sky
the fool looks
for a human
oh, i thought he was
your boyfriend
or something
he grins
cheeks to eyelashes
the kid giggles like
a cigarette
like second hand
choking
bless all the bubbles
that airhead spreads