The Passage
I measure time in toenail polish.
It used to be red –
“I’m Not Really a Waitress”
all the way down to the cuticle.
Any day now,
the remnants will be gone –
the last stain of your eyes
grown out and removed.
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made me think of the song in beetlejuice… ‘shake shake shake, sonora’
time to reapply!
Hahahaha yes
Is there a name for a love poem in reverse which is actually a love poem to something else like freedom or health? To me that’s what this is.
maybe the opposite of falling in-
would be climbing out (of love)
one (painted) toehold at a time(?)
Nice
I love this one so. What the hell tamales are you cookin in that kitchen Arwencita? Señor Manny wants to know.
Hot tamales for sure
LOL!
That first line–wonderful!
Thank you!