77. July 18, 2010 (sun. - week11 fin.)
i wasn't there to keep you from
the waves, tossing back a few too many
shipwrecks between horror-surf tune sets.
Rocks in your pockets when you did crawl
into bed. In the morning you pull the drum
rug out from under your tongue, tassels first.
.
i've decided to kill my childhood
Piggy bank, bat mitzvah and babysitting
savings to raid (student loan woe).
While i'd taught private school boys
to defrost pizza, hot glue plastic bottles
of tornados (& only watch the first half of Titanic
with a lady present)-- the soccer moms
in pearls were always waxing makeup
advice, lipstick blotted half out the door
to a charity ball, trying to spritz my ankles
with Obsession from the half-bath.
The cocktail napkin cologne that nearly
travels through the blood.
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