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Fly Trap (and nothin to do with Venus)

by Olivia Weinkein

it doesn't make her beautiful, you know
the way she throws her face around.
also, fingers that fumble while touching you
do not signify loyalty. hesitation perhaps
because maybe they know before their owner
that you quite possibly are not exactly
where it's at. close, i'll give you close. but
close enough does not find solid ground here.
but when she laughs you're fooled again.
and if it's with you or at you, you can never bring
yourself to ask. just bite your tongue until
you can turn it solely on her, tasting that
sweet freshness so pure and new but i have
news for you, dreamer she's just a fantasy
something you had to create to replace the
likes of me. she's your new desire, your playground
for disease and when it comes down
to who she really is you just can't bring yourself
to ask because your heart already knows that
quite possibly she is not exactly where it's at.


(but she isn't me, and to you, that's good enough
for now.)

05/12/2003

Posted on 05/13/2003
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/15/03 at 03:48 PM

well people can be blind

Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/23/03 at 02:49 PM

You play with words quite deftly. The one-sided banter that goes in this piece is great.

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