Monday, February 10, 2014

The Sweetest Thing

  with apologies to E.E. Cummings

i carry your gum with me(i carry it on
my sole)i can't seem to scrape it off(everywhere
i go it goes,you slob;and whatever i try
it won't let go, keeps adhering,you slattern)
i need
new shoes(for these were Lauren,biatch)i want
the best(your apathy is unsurpassed,you bag)
and it's you are whatever listless has always meant
and whoever a mess will always make is you

here is the open secret everyone knows
(here is the grind of the jaw and the chud of the cud
and the pie in the eye from a lazy wife;who chucks
rather than find a bin or wrap it up)
and this is the lover who's keeping me stuck on her

i carry your gum(i carry it on my sole)

by Mercedes Webb-Pullman
in Volume 2 Issue 2

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