"Hey Bridesmaids"
Hey bridesmaids, its spring:The leaves are rotting on the treesThe ground is soaked, the skyMolds over with clouds. So,Enough already-Leave the gaps gaping. Don’treturn the gaze, pick up the phone. Leaveyour drink on the nightstand,next to the scissors and wicks.Put the yellow pages away. Abandon the dento its own devourings: choose the highway.The side lights tower over: alien beacons,speeding you forward--towards what cold portal?
Get your neighbor to tell him, if he ever comes a-knockingfired up with false cheer, at August’s gilded window:
“You made me wait.Nobody makes me wait.”
after O’Connor
Hey bridesmaids, its spring:The leaves are rotting on the treesThe ground is soaked, the skyMolds over with clouds. So,Enough already-Leave the gaps gaping. Don’treturn the gaze, pick up the phone. Leaveyour drink on the nightstand,next to the scissors and wicks.Put the yellow pages away. Abandon the dento its own devourings: choose the highway.The side lights tower over: alien beacons,speeding you forward--towards what cold portal?
Get your neighbor to tell him, if he ever comes a-knockingfired up with false cheer, at August’s gilded window:
“You made me wait.Nobody makes me wait.”
after O’Connor
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