met Cassanova
at Starbucks one day
a few weeks back

all rascally
irrisistible charm -

would've made me suspicious
but then he went all Romeo on me
and what could I do
but stand on my balcony
trying not to swoon -

a little intense, sure,
but like I said
what's a poor Juliet to do?

So things were looking pretty sweet
until the next day
when Captain Queeg showed up
then tried to go all Othello on me
raving on
about strawberries and infidelity;

I couldn't be bothered -
exited stage left
as it were,
leaving behind a puzzled Billy Pilgrim -
no clue at all what was going on.

whatever.

so I thought I'd seen the last of him
until this morning,
when Heathcliff showed up,
slowly turning Hamlet as the day progressed,

then swiftly shot past moody Dane
all the way to spittle-emitting Richard III,
crazy-obsessed Ahab
and nasty Paris Trout
all rolled into one ugly bundle.

that was it.

I let out my inner Lizzy Borden.

but really, officer -
what else could I do?

05/22/2007

Posted on 05/23/2007
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