obliverated, simply incureable

by Angela Thomas

this is what i remember: mopeds speeding in the dark
and full of beer, and me, clutching and crying, i want
to go home, please, please, take me home. and then

i went home, and i must have fallen, sobbing, lonely
and two hands lifted me up, like they were just in the right
place at the right time, they took me into their home

where i talked about nothing and yet, my everything
and i stopped sobbing. this continued until i was so sad
and tired and gone that i needed to just go home

and derobe and drop into my bed to dream torrid torrid
dreams full of wine and champagne and love and then
i woke up this morning dazed, like i was covered in a light
cheesecloth and trying to move. and that's what i've got
to remember from the whole night.


Author's Note: note to reader: do not attempt this at home.

Posted on 01/04/2005
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