Perusal (As Per Usual)

I'll admit I didn't read closely, I closed my eyes and signed

on the dotted line. There was some advantage

to being small. I lost it all

when the walls came down. There was some point still to being derivative. I've always had a soft spot

for punctuation. Yet,

you distill me. Ever. You shiver.

 
I'll take that as a yes.

The Functional Equivalent of a Haircut

Punctuation was never your strong suit. I gloss over this

pointing finger, out of tune skin. I said maybe gray. What

snapchat looks like. They showed me this out of tune frame

as a reminder. Hang curtains. Lay low. Say for certain, a surprise embellishment.

           

            I do not

            wish you

            dead.

This roadside porn bores me. You pointing finger, you

consequence. Where did I get

these clichéd sounds? You wanted so to believe in

an eventual denouement. You wanted

some use for your, shall we say­—

            skills.

Some erasure is inevitable. Egress

was never your strong suit. Punctuation, I gloss over this

not so deliberate grace.

Boring landscape.

Amplified/Extenuated. Heroics.

Of course she's thin.