Tuesday, January 27, 2015

pralines and cream

she calls you lazy
and without ambition.
so you call
her fat and old.
she ups the ante
and says
you're without talent,
you have no ability
to write a letter
let alone a poem.
you laugh and say,
oh yeah, well you
make love like a dead
person, they should
call you the dead
sea scrolls. not a wave or
anything living
down below.
this makes her throw
a spoon at you that
she was eating a carton
of ice cream with,
and say. I hate you.
I hate you. I hate
you. you pick up
the spoon up and lick
it. pralines
and cream you ask
her. do we have anymore?
none for you shorty,
she says laughing,
and you say, okay.
okay. it's not over yet.
here we go.

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