What a deal
when you realize
other people see teeth
in a packet of gum. Their
very own afraid to chew teeth.
To wrap your cardigan around
your neck as a joke and get a lot of
oozy compliments. I’d wrap the most
bourgeois girl in the world into the cradle
of my arms only to mess up on the whole
rotten apple thing. That’s all, Pipsqueak.
Because of the act in the front yard and the
wandering beauty. Because of a blue mug
and several pink flamingos. Because of a
new apartment with a desk that looks directly
over the rooftop of my last apartment. I make up
all of the past, like happy and single. My optimism’s
bad karma. I have a yelling match with the old guy that
lives at the end of the hall over my ‘monopolizing’ the elevator.
