Have you ever pretended a guy was interesting?
Have you slow danced and let him sniff you up close?
I gives you somewhere to go, if you decide to.
Or given a little kiss—nothing slutty in that.
You know, a 'person' isn’t a good kisser - it takes two.
I’m not talking about me, of course.
There’s a two-way interrogation going on
complete with our own internal narratives
—we reenact it’s rituals in the strangest places
like quiet libraries or the lerch and spin of a dance club
we process by analogy and approximation and it works
until it doesn’t, like cold water poured into a glass.
Then we settle back into the dull rhythms of study
I’m not talking about me, of course.
.
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Songs for this:
Loveland by The Blenders
Human Nature by Mitchell Brunings
Blow out your candles
knock on wood
here's your lucky socks
for Santa be good
Is your tooth under a pillow?
my horoscope looks great!
Bigfoot's been in our garden again
ask The Madam your fate
Aliens took Uncle Tommy
a ghost might be in your room
I found a 4 leaf clover!
a witch must of stole my broom
Never go under a ladder
and please don't step on a crack
here's a coin for the wishing well
your kitty might be too black
Eat your fortune cookies
my favorite monster was Lerch
put down the voodoo doll Sweety
it's time to go to Church
Mrs. Campbell rewarded me
with time in the closet
with her fur coat.
Mrs. Cantor helped me to speak
when the words wouldn't come,
and laughed at my jokes,
setting an unfortunate precedent.
Mrs. Whittman lived next door,
and never missed an opportunity
to come over to chat about
my test scores.
Mr. Lerch blew things up just for fun,
kept a dead tarantula in a terrarium,
and introduced me
to Pink Floyd.
Ms. Lamb married me and,
every day, helps me to
see the good in
everything.