Humor I Guess…

Little Spud in the Big Apple

it’s funny
it’s some kind of joke,
a sick, laughing matter-

when I think about my romantic hang-ups,
I don’t think about the anger,
the painted pain and numbing drugs;

I don’t think about the venom,
the magical manipulations;

I don’t think about the pitfall,
the sudden drop out of love;

I don’t think about the hook-ups,
the rolling and pulling without thought;

I don’t think about her dress,
the thin walls sweating with sexual tension;

I don’t think about the first time I said it,
two in the morning after watching Good Burger;

I don’t think about her truck,
or sitting out in it on a quiet highway,
making out like we were making up and watching the sun fall over the hood;

I don’t think about the long phone calls,
me up late and whispering into the receiver about toothpaste and bunnies;

I don’t think about the short…

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