crumbled and rolled

punch bag 04/21/2009

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 11:06 pm

i mustn’t take personally
your insults

or your stupid weasel
grin… how hot my face
felt when they made
the announcement over
the intercom, purposefully
mispronouncing your name.

but i am allowing myself
to get excited
about the nervous way
our eyes meet

or how i dig on the vibe
of creeped out i derive
from standing on your broom

when you catch me looking
wolfishly at you
from across the room.


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