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masochists & fruit-flies
by Olivia Weinkeinyou smile and tell me i am too full of
love to ever be a masochist. i
pretend to agree, a hundred wild
flowers dancing in my eyes but i
always wanted to say to you, it
was never so much about pain but
rather, my eagerness to eat any
lies those boys, those fruit-fly
boys ever wanted to feed me
because i loved them better for it
when they lied about loving me.
04/09/2003 Author's Note: the end.
Posted on 04/09/2003
Copyright © 2026 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leah Laiben on 04/09/03 at 04:56 PM Fruit flies make me sick... ;) |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 04/09/03 at 06:14 PM so great! i love it. right before i read this, i was writing in my journal, about how I can never believe the things passionate men say to me. because those who are passionate seem to have said it all before. so even in its truth, it feels like lies. because i am not the first ... and probably not the last to hear it. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/23/03 at 09:55 PM Perverse and precious... I love the way you twist imagery and thought to show a complete picture... great poem. |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/07/03 at 05:20 PM fruit-fly boys, is quite an intriguing combination of items. Pesky, aren't they? well done, Olivia. |
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