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By Misti Date: 2004 Nov 14 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.14.01.48.10137]] |
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scared by Rita Mae Brown's slumber party massacre flick scared more by our grocery store horror hours ago not being able to find the goddamn peanut butter you asked the dumb ass manager he didn't know you put vodka in the cart and echinacea and I resented you and remembered other horrifying shopping trips with other men I blame the high divorce rate in America on our crappy grocery stores horror on every aisle two plastic bags of necessities for forty bucks you told the cashier you didn't believe it studied the receipt the death of romance on aisle four you told me you felt a rift sensed that I was cold, standoffish you tried to hug me I pulled away proving you right tonight I felt the depression creeping back a mean ass spider with a venomous vendetta tonight you taught me about Rozz Williams and Christian Death how he hung himself on April Fool's Day he made collages, too you say he had greatness you think I have greatness, too I'm scared I'm hoping you never discover how small I really am. |