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.
11 June, 2008
put it on its back
Posted by Andy Rooney at 8:04 PM
Labels: bandini, calvin bandini, poem, poetry
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