un peu de poésie
Saturday, March 12, 2011
10|11|10
wood grain
stainless steel
iced coffee
and a hot meal
smile in
the photobooth
don't stare
at my dead tooth
speculations on tress lengths
to the blonde fiddling and
flipping the duration of the set;
twirling and touching
why do you grow
your hair so long? is it
so you have something to do?
so he has something to hold on to?
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