if only there were a
Plan B for feelings
I would have gulped them in fistfuls
quiet and unrequited
you look for greener pastures
and greener still
always did like a man who couldn’t love me
always did admire the way your face looked above me
never did expect to win
friends first sure
but cracks become empty space
and you got a lot of cracks to fill
—stained sheets
This article appears in Feb 20-26, 2014.
A Mt. Vincent first-year She-Hipster.
Awoke one morn, with a blister.
That @#$@ @3$% @#$%% ***
Stuck his @#$% in a &*(^%$##@#@
Now to find me a good scissor sister.
but ivan, she said with a grin
a griffin i wanted to win
i’ve spoken the word on the street
a hipster my heart yearned to meet
but gazed at my navel, fell in!
OB, I’m always on plan B….I have no feelings to hurt. Gave all those useless emotions away.
In my Gossimer voice saying to Ivan….stay away from me with those scissors. Lol.
Doesn’t rhyme