when they stop staring
at your ass
you need their ogles back
enough to tell the
very superior old pale lie
you reserve for
more-often occasions:
your younger sister found blue in her crib.
...You were so young.


The Fibromyalgian's dealings with the disorder, and with the medical establishment that doesn’t know more about it than a patient with Internet access. Plus essays on just about anything.
when they stop staring
at your ass
you need their ogles back
enough to tell the
very superior old pale lie
you reserve for
more-often occasions:
your younger sister found blue in her crib.
...You were so young.
Posted by
Andy Rooney
at
8:04 PM
Labels: bandini, calvin bandini, poem, poetry
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