Wednesday, February 2, 2011

chinese?

for once in
your frivolous
life could you
please
get serious
she says. tell
me and don't
clown around,
tell me true, do
you or do you
not love me,
i need an
answer or i'm
gone, i'm out
of here on
the first train,
the last bus,
the fastest plane,
i'm going
back to my
husband, if he
even knows i'm
gone. i grimmace,
i scratch at
the grey stubble
on my face, my
hair. i'm really
reallly
hungry i tell
her, chinese?

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