Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Sunday, October 17, 2010

10.17a

He always demands things from me. Who does he think I am, anyway? I'm not some all-powerful God giving him his every wish. The worst part is that he makes me want to give to him anyway.

Him and his
silly cheeky smile
shuffling gait
sophisticated jargon
well-ironed shirts
pleated pants
fancy champagne
pleas for approval
scuffy torn up shoes

3 comments:

  1. Who were you in this? I mean, who is "I"?

    This post is like:

    Watson's sweaters
    The bacteria after rain
    Teddy bears in a garden (NOT after rain)
    Chocolate chip cookies (the good, gooey ones)
    Warm fur and puppy-dog eyes sprawled next to you

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  2. Hm.
    I'm not sure who I was but I don't want to be I anyway. I'm not gonna think about it.

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