Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Laur @ 6:12 PM
Tell me you’ll be my vase.
I want to stick my every flower
in you.
Because to say you’re
worried
is not enough—I must
place it there
in you
myself.
Laur @ 6:11 PM
Ma vie n’est pas beaux.
In fact, it’s quite the opposite.
Imagine falling down a flight of stairs
at the Empire State Building.
All the way
down,
withoutstopping--running into people
who don’t bother
to say “excuse me.”
You’d have bruises, too.
Laur @ 6:11 PM
I smell a bed
when I smell you. I smell
your drowsy whisper
while our feet
are touching without being cold.
Laur @ 6:09 PM
Somehow it’s raining
so what are you waiting for?
Lips that taste of
tears, they say,
are the best for kissing—but
I’ll show you
a better time—look up
nature is giving us
her blessing,
like a priest—
let me be baptized.
Laur @ 6:09 PM
This is the place (smells like
a sock drawer) where we
held each other in the
mornings (looks like
an attic) because
no one was around
and it’s good to have
a world of your own (even if
it’s uninhabitable).
Laur @ 6:08 PM
I looked out a window today
[and thought of you].
It was bright
and sunny [like you always
dreaded
it to be].
It meant nothing
[more than the fact that I
cannot stop
thinking
about you].
Laur @ 6:07 PM
He called me a
what
behind my back?
She told me, a
slut
behind your back.
You’d think
the boy who always held the door for me [and
my hand and my heart]
might have had
some of those things called
manners
or perhaps
what is that word, the
decency,
to inform me
of all these sexual acts which
I never knew
I was committing.
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