Tuesday, June 9, 2009


you’ve come through for me
you sweet bitch
my four other typers failed me
along with a laptop
which I smashed to pieces
what for its ceaseless crashing
and freezing
and other attempts
to ruin my life.
so it’s you and me, Electra
me and you and these goddamn words
the whiskey is not even with us
right now, my girl
although the other night
it gave me a black eye
and a nearly broken back
Electra, my girl
you smell
you smell bad and you don’t
move too easily
but you’re doing your best
baby girl
and that’s all I will ever ask of you

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