I'd walk on broken glass around you, if you'd look at me sometimes.
My throat scratches like a needle on old vinyl, skipping three words, and I'm left with:
- ---- --- too.
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A great overblown show of phallic strength.
That would maintain their ignorance,
Preserve the image of a gold war hero,
To keep them from seeing,
That beneath layers of finely-beaten steel,
He is cold and pale, smooth-skinned,
Freckled, and naked.
He told her he was from a rich family up North, a family that was long dead now. And she believed. She floated on a pool full of cocktails, peonies and glances across the ballroom. She slept at night dreaming of him as a man on a billboard, face turned upright toward the sun, eyes fixed securely on the bright future, wearing a fresh-pressed white shirt. When she went across the bridge at night, she always counted on his bright eyes as a light at the end of a dock, to guide her home.
He saw her as a rose in a garden full of weeds, a debutante wafting down marble stairs to take her suitors' arm. They raised their teacups to their lips, as a chaste pilgrim's kiss. A prelude to hot summer nights, lost helples