
I might have told you
Something about myself but
You just kept talking
I might have told you
Something about myself but
You just kept talking
Sand at the bottom
of my SCUBA bag remind
me of where I’ve been
Men who don’t know how
To feel love say women don’t
Know how to love them
My god, my god. Why-
Why have you abandoned me-
here, so far from home.
His lips are heart shaped
Is it because his mother’s
Lips were heart shaped too?
What does it mean when
Men pause….. their speech and tsk, sniff
And sigh, endlessly
Is our history
more or less important than
who we are today?
World full of broken –
Things – headlight burned out. Is there
Beauty everywhere?
stomped all around, roared
like a baby dinosaur
then I felt better
met and fell in love
sweet NRE didn’t last
better luck next time
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