What could be written
that has not already been
said about love?
I lick the sticky side
of the lid to my yogurt cup
and smile at the surprised
expression on her severed head.
I'm left pondering what's left
for her body to do that I haven't
already thought of.
Digging through her blue-jeans I
found a note.
"Will you go out with me?
Circle Yes or No."
Dabbing my finger in her blood
I circled the Yes and added
"p.s. I'll have to put you back together."

02/26/2009