Pretty dress up,
lipstick on, but dont
smear
it...
tears can run, but mascara
is important,
and saline and kohl dont mix,
no they dont mix,
baby.

Pull up your red dress,
and its sequined just so,
like a piano was meant to be played
underneath,
and your strap on stilletos are
still not sharper than the
pangs in your stomach,
sharper than the
razor
you hide in your clutch, but
forget that for now,
things like that are for later,
for time spent alone,
for once you've pulled yourself
into the elevator,
dragged yourself behind closed
doors
and you hang your smile
next to your dress
and you are left
with nothing but you
and your skin
and the scent of your perfume
and the whisper
of whatever tune
they played
hardly seems more than
a memory now, compared to
this victimless crime....

12/01/2007

Posted on 12/01/2007
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