saltier by Angela Thomas everything looks like it does, holding up a chocolate chip cookie, too close to your eyes so that all the colors around it blur. i try to concentrate on your hands, remembering im drunk again. why am i always drunk when making love? the bottom of the cookie touches my tongue first, it seems somehow saltier than the last bite. you leave and i munch on the cookie, little crumbs littering my shirt like glitter, someone calls me a mess and i giggle, but look, im sparkly, im sparkly. 01/02/2004 Posted on 01/02/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Agnes Eva on 01/26/04 at 05:33 AM heehee, so playful and fun Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)