for the cigarette, the bathroom, the little mold sporing in the space between the tile,
grandmother's house, forgetting the sugar, knock knock joke non-sequitur
here's a hair, from the dog for the cat
here's some sorrow for a telephone and the sweatshirt on the fire hydrant,
here are some leaves still in the road, a sexy backbend
I hand you a dull razor for the party, inch a little closer
and the audience will know you didn't wear the right underwear
here is not a job interview, here you go.
take this makeup brush in the fish's mouth,
here's the powder from a moth wing under a leaf so you don't have to grieve
here is your eye and here is my eye and
here's some words you probably said one night.
please possess this hostess, she'll take your number
and your coat that you don't want back.
take this chewy chocolate mustache
and consume your creme brule
may you, will you have this dance?
here's a psychological thriller romance
that you can bring to show & confess.
here's a christmas present for the crinkled smile
for the diamond lost down the sink,
for you taking it back anyway.
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