She should have known
2:30 a.m.
Drunk in a hot tub,
A walk on the beach,
and Denny's
meant nothing,
not much to you.
At 19, everything.
She should have known
not to
pass the note,
words scrawled
on college-ruled paper,
ripped from the spiral of math equations,
confetti edges float to the floor.
Wished the words had instead.
Ironing a t-shirt?
Nothing but an ego-trip.
Pushed her head down further
More. Please. Oh more.
Feel Like Making Love
pulsed
on the other side of
the door.
Voices and Noises
Music and Sounds
Not their own.
Drunk fingers,
whispered promises
were everything
but true.
Rolling.
Feeling.
Nothing.
Every wave
spill
of the half-filled
bed of water.
She should have known
Everything
meant nothing
on that ocean-bed
when the shudders
came, he was
focused
on the framed picture
above his head.
A photo
Not of you.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
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I object!
Meh. Who am I kidding.
Yikes. You could have been spying on Frannie.
Did we ALL live that?
Whoa! Very good. Kind of Alanis Morisette-ish...
I almost put the word IRONIC in there.
Don't ya think?
Ditto what Frannie said and Swishy.
Did everyone have an ex who asked you to iron his t-shirt?!?!!? WHacko!
Lordy. Apparently, we all did go through that.
I think all that whack-job exes were just so I would appreciate the perfectly lovely man I'm with now. No lying, hitting, biting, opening my mail, stealing things, cheating on me numerous times with numerous people, intentionally hurting me... (Do I sound bitter?0
It keeps things in perspective when he leaves his size 13 shoes (boats) in a place where I can trip on them and break my foot. On purpose, obviously. Or maybe to trip and kill me so he can collect the insurance. Oh right, not psycho like that. :)
Wow, that was really good. I could so picture that one night in college when..wait a minute!
Iron his t-shirts no..it was his socks.. just kidding. He did come to my townhouse and open the fridge door and left it open because he knew I was out without him
Great descriptions.
Great writing. Maybe you should try YA???
Reminded me of some guy named Chris...college...1989 rings a bell.
So would not go back in time...
So sad.
What's an iron?
Good writing. You write for a living.
That was very well written.
Wow. Powerful point--that last line!
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