Sep 3, 2008

Another Woman?

Tally up to the scoresheets, bridal showerists:

You have touched the edges of Constantinople's
skin and emerged to talk about yourselves as
often as you'd like.

You have importuned your people with talk of
sexuality and feathery orgasms and blitheness
with horse-like speed.

You have played footsie under the tables in the
beer halls that hold the fabric of America together
like rubber cement.

You have played courtesan to the best men and
groomed intelligence before leaving to complain
about patterns of snow.

You have everything working in your favor;
nothing to be upset about and all but time
but time to destroy yourselves with it all.

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