o parody of parodies; Bernadette let herself go on and on into heaven of words
Richard did not, could not, and sees only a woman in Bernadette.
How awful insult, to insult him saying how he sees her and her by him in seeing thus, ugh.
Bernadette was so hungry, and I ate a pile of chicken fingers just now, with red wine, and cried.
It's too warm to have anything to look forward to and anywhere I go could be my NORC.
Lurking NORC, waiting to transform me, and I you
slowly. Slowly moving from chair to bed, chair to bed. I want my NORC here, I am ready.
I am not ready. If I jump over the fence, just turn around. Turn around,
wire craftsman, old butcher, car mechanic, love. Rheingold Gardens, hid your face.
Give me a beer; wrinkles are the manifestation of pore loneliness, and the end of it.
I can't believe Richard said that about Bernadette, and that my mother still says "That's hard for men"
And still apologizes, having said so. I can't believe
There are no more geodes in the house and no paperweights.
Heavy health, who will tell me when I'm unwanted?
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