If I could
I’d write you a poet tree
And it would bear sweet sonnet fruits
It would bear you a big blue house
It would bear you—
Smack me across the brain
Smear my love around the carpet
But don’t make too much of a mess
Maria will be furious
Maria will be—
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pale of lies
To fetch a pale of sighs
To fetch a pale of—
Gargoyles.
Smile during the day
But do they cry at night?
Cry—
Like me.
Am I a gargoyle?
Like me.
Am I hideous?
Like me.
Am I glorious?
Like—
I’m a statue.
You’re a statue.
Maria broke the statue when she cleaned that morning
There was retribution
There was contraception
There was—
Another one.
She saw his face
See saw his playground
She saw the sea saw of his deception
The monkey bars of his hate
The jungle gym of his confusion
The sand box of lust
That little horse you know that goes back and—
You know the one.
Am I the one?
Maybe you always knew
Maybe you just discovered
The discovery channel
Destination: Europe
Characters: Evette, Maria, Arthur, me.
Not the aardvark.
Don’t be confused.
Don’t be—
It’s not meant to be
But when you smiled at me and you said
“I broke your statue senior”
Really you broke my corison
You didn’t even have it then
But actually you did
How could you break something that’s not yours?
How could you lose something when you never even knew where it was in the first place?
How could you just walk away, leave without a trace?
And how could you forget your reading glasses.
You’re blind without them.
I’m blind without you.
You’re deaf without him.
We’re paralyzed without each other.
It’s a long walk to the bathroom.
It’s a long walk to the—
E X P L O S I O N
In my loins
E X P L O S I O N
In my eyes
E X P L O S I O N
In my solaplexis
E X P L O—
If I could I’d write you a poet tree
If I could I’d chop you a rhyming bush
If I could I’d—
Happy Arbor Day.
Bitch.
End.
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