Saturday, November 10, 2012

she likes cats

you learn
to play
the piano
just to please
her.
you learn
the tango too,
dancing madly
across your
room with
a broom,
to practice,
you buy
a vest because
she said
she once dated
a man who always
wore a leather
vest. that melted
her butter.
her favorite
color is
red, so you buy
a sports car,
red as a bowl
of cherries.
she likes
cats. this is
when it ends.

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