Elisa Gabbert & Kathleen Rooney



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.