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frankie bb


Heavy Petty 
 
Don’t rehearse
gumption. Chew
everything like
it’s stolen. Why
won’t you 
fuck me? 
Because babe, I am
too busy 
collecting
unemployment checks
and three leaf clovers. 
 
Tuesday afternoon spent
recognizing names,
mispronouncing
Cuisinart ©, and
having sexual
fantasy of my ex
fucking their ex 
with whatever
is in arm’s reach.
 
One day
I love you
and this fruit-
less grape 
stem. Memories
of red and purple.
I like you cus
         you’re a baddie 
and I want
         to be a baddie,
or at least
carry your
equipment. 
 
Torn up
envelope on
glossy owner’s 
manual is like
when I came
and you said
 
it’s usually like,
a bigger deal.
Or when we
got out of bed
and you said I
always think
you’re going
to be taller.
 
We talk about it.
We are adults. We are
waiting two weeks to
have one leg in our 
boxers, post going down
on you, and hearing 
you seem tinier than usual.
 
I very well could
deserve this and
I love you
but I wish
you’d go 
back to
fucking
your ex and
telling me
about it.
 
Two truths and a lie: I’m being sarcastic, it’s funny, you hate this poem.
The former the former the former the former.
 
If you 
make me
eat one
more
plate of
your
pizza crust,
I swear
to god
I’ll marry you.

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