May 26, 2011

Poetry on a theme: girls, women, chicks, ladies, females,

and a gaggle of lasses, I guess; I must confess, as though

it weren’t obvious, it’s easier when I write about you.
There is an ease, a particular sinking feeling, (I

stagnate in the comfort) when it’s decided, “okay,
today, I’ll say ‘I love you,’ with words.”

And absurd as I feel, as much of a

cop-out is appears to be, it’s hard

for me to see you, and not
come unglued; whether
you wear a skirt/dress/
pants/shorts (what’s
the rest?) I’ll fall hard.



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