by Shonda Creemer

he always wanted
a girl
who wore
absinthe flavored lip balm
and carried
a grudge for
all the pretty theives
who stole the boys at lunch

a girl
who knew
the sound of tori amos
as she sang of
little earthquakes
under the pink
boys for pele

a girl
who fastened her words
on the end of a rope
and delighted
when they pulled
at her very center

he always wanted


and it seems
he always will


Posted on 08/12/2011
Copyright © 2024 Shonda Creemer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/12/11 at 02:29 PM

Yes, it would seem so. I adore this Shonny!

Posted by Mo Couts on 08/13/11 at 05:15 PM

I absolutely have to ditto what Ali, said. This is wonderful, though!

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