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As our lips pry apart long enough for words
With a shit eating grin on your face
You tell me
I drive you crazy
But sadly I lost my license to a DUI
So I really shouldn’t be driving anything
Anywhere
So wipe that brown smirk
Maybe that’s where we went wrong
Though without a license I suppose I can still ride things
You know like bikes
Sorry I may get sidetracked
But God damn, there’s so much to say

You had me at Jello
Shot
The red gloop in the slightly cracked plastic cup
Resembling my heart’s new condition
Malformed from the altitude pressure change on cloud nine
I held my breath for 2 months
Wouldn’t recommend it
I was so blue I could barely see you
Maybe that’s where we went wrong
But somewhere we went right
And left
Behind cautions
To a yellow triangle with a ped strolling
That ambler seems to have the right idea
Walking away cautiously from the incestuous thing we call
The lesbian community

Shoulda known I tell myself
As I chuckle
At my buddy Stupidity
As he kindly reminds me he’s still full of zip
Still living in that studio apartment in my cerebellum
And though he is alive and well we never talk much
The occasional inquiry about the weather
Is the extent of our convos
When really we should be sitting down
For a good cup a joe
And discussing life’s speed bumps

I would grill him for answers
To why he feels the need to linger around
And activate his power causing me to complete
An act of folly at least twice a day
Sometimes little and sometimes not
Whether it be forgetting my bus pass
Or not calling you back
Even driving home after the bar.
Somehow he always knows just how to make me fuck up
Oh and the bastard’s late on rent

I can’t forget about all his other comrades
There’s Ignorance
In that mansion up in my prefrontal cortex
Oh and Fear
She occupies a large part of my hippocampus
And let’s not forget Narcissism
Chillin on the front porch of Corpus Callosum
We let Bliss stay on the couch in the living room
Of our medullas for far too long
Maybe that’s where we went wrong

You hold me so fucking tight
I can’t remember where we first met
But then that flashbulb memory of mine shows me
That slightly cracked plastic cup
As you lay there next to me
You feel the balloon in my chest rising higher and higher
Then prick it with your sharpened pinky nail
You offer to help evict Stupidity, Ignorance, Fear and Narcissism
To throw their belongings to the curb
And you promise
To tell Bliss she has to couch surf somewhere else
Then the radio came on
We decided to make ‘My Girl’ our song
Maybe that’s where we went wrong

© Brit Alverson, 2009

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