Promise, Hold Me Tight, and Potlucky

Promise
 
I promise if I MC
At your funeral,
I will not mention
The pebbles in my vagina.
 
Hold Me Tight
 
Sunday, January 29, 2017
 
There I was
Headed to Amos
For two and a half weeks.
 
I thought I felt subdued
But I guess I mixed that up
With the lighting.
 
Not subdued,
I lie on the floor
And Alanis discusses
The patterns of attachment.

Alanis

Alanis has a friend.
And her name is Sue Johnson.
 
If I'd been named Sue Johnson
I might have turned out
A little more Well-Adjusted.
 
Even more so
If my name was Sue Ellen.
 
Each of us
Has a story,
That shaped our
Personality.
 
By now I've also mixed
up the tenses
with the atmosphere.
 
Green card holders will not
Be detained
For today.

What
did you learn,
and how
did you grow.
 
Potlucky
 
Potluck turned into
A one-night stand.
His armpits held ample generosity.
All two times the orgasms were adequate.
I was open to more,
but feel lucky enough.

The End.
 


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