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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. |
