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I've
been inappropriately molested by my imagination—
I
once had the phrase "graham crackers" stuck in my head
for
like a thousand days. Damn the man! Snap crackle pop.
Butcher
block hydrangea. Dashboard hula dancer.
Horrible
schnauzer. Lavender bulldozer. Word-a-Day calendar.
Oh,
I meant to tell you. You're not my BF anymore.
Or
even my AE: arch-enemy. We're not on terms.
Watch
me walk away, off this long pier into infinity.
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