I'm sure I just need a good shrink.
2002-10-15, 10:28 p.m.
Her eyes search for mine
Behind the kudzu-thick forest
of my mangled, tangled hair.
My eyes resting on the etching
of her wooden cheeks;
her profile a stony relief,
imbedded in my brain,
peeking bravely from between
the sulci and the gyri...
Her red laser-pen
dancing lazily over my forehead...
I am a one-woman prostitution ring,
flashing like a lighthouse
flagging her ship in...
She'd rather sink than swim,
Avoiding the scandal of my safety line...
Avoiding the scandal of my bedroom eyes...
It's gonna take more than flirtation
this time...
I need a magic potion,
Some underworked magician...
Fuck...
Maybe I should just be committed...
Because... did I mention
She's 43?
and straight?
and married?
and probably doesn't give a fuck about me...?
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