it is a sunday afternoon.
i have eaten peanut butter, bananas,
yogurt, and soy. i have to go pick up my birth control.
do you think that Rush Limbaugh will be mad at me?
i can see the beauty of your face in the revolting sun that is shining
in my astounded green eyes, shaded in the black thread
of lashes. i can see that Duane Reade is now carrying
Cadbury easter eggs. Chocolate Cream. Please tell Rush
i am not a slut or a prostitute I just have ovarian cysts.
They hurt. You also hurt sometimes.
