she keeps dreaming
of old friends without benefits,
creating falsified accounts
of the nights they never
felt so alive in
adding untrue meaning
to what was simply colloquy
he was ruler-thin,
two yardsticks tall
yet always falling short
of what she expected
she was five-two
(and three-quarters,
she would insist)
small enough to be written off
as a syntax error
she knew nothing
of the rules of fraternization
she waxed poetic on
parallels and Pollock
yet somehow he managed
to catch her avoidant eye
she keeps tripping
over her own feet,
too caught up in her head
to notice what he’s (not) saying
he never cared-
she was simply delusional-
or at least that’s what he told her
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written f22jul2011.
this one’s ridiculously whiny but i’m putting it up because it has good wordplay.
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idiography 